Pt 21
Frankly, the encores are pretty much a blur for me other than what I reported already. At some point, I recall that all the Nutters flipped their mini-Flags to display the "Thank You" side. I can't remember if this was done at the end of CSLY or If everyone waited until the end of EBYT. Regardless, all the "Thank You"s were clearly visible in sections 119 and 111 and were quite a sight to see.
Next to You was played as the final song and out came all the Thank You signs once more. I recall motioning to Andy (pointing to the sign and then to him) that the signs were not intended just for Stewart but for ALL of them. Andy acknowledged this with a look straight into my eyes which said, "I see it, and I am at a loss for words." Of course, Sting was on the other side of the stage from me so I could not do this to him, but it was very apparent that he was looking and these signs and it was very apparent that he was touched my the sentiment.
Shortly after Next to You ended, suddenly some music played and there were people in costume that appeared on the percussion riser. It was kind of hard for me to see, but I think it was Dennis, Danny, and Jeff. One of them was dress as a female opera singer with overly exaggerated fake breasts exposed. The "opera singer" then began to lip synch to some pre-recorded opera music. While they did this, Stewart got on his knees and started bowing. Hate to say this, but this really seemed exaggerated and almost rehearsed. Then, the music to ending to the Looney Tunes cartoons began to play (where Porky Pig goes "That's All Folks") and for some reason, I focused on Sting doing The Twist.
Gotta tell you. For me, this was like an emotional hamstring pull. To go from the emotions that I felt at the end of Next to You to the farcical ending of the fat lady/cartoon ending, I was really thrown for a loop. Initially, my reaction was "ugh, they're gonna end it like that?" But a moment later, it hit me. The ending was very appropriate for at least 2 reasons. One, this was the sign to the fans. The fat lady has sung. This is IT. And this was about as clear as they could make it. Secondly, this was not a funeral. Like I said before, this is a party. A celebration. This was supposed to be FUN.
The music ended and The Boys took their bows. And what happen next stunned me. The Flag was on stage, so there were to be no final flag points, like Stewart usually did at the end of the show. Instead, Stewart came out to the edge of the stage and slowly gave Peep Points to the Nutters in the front row of The Pit. Of course, my camera battery was long dead at this point, so I could not capture this on my camera. I hoped to God that Dermot was able to capture it on film. Here it was - the Final Point - The Final Point of the Show, The Final Point of the Tour - The Final Point of Stewart Copeland's career with the Police. And I was on the receiving end. I cannot express in words how this felt.
(Later, I found out that Sockii had gotten a great video of this moment and iburnforu had taken a great photo of this moment as well:
http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a302/ ... C_0259.jpg)
Stewart then went to the center of the front of the stage and proceeded to take his shirt off and throw it into the pit. I wondered who was the lucky recipent and hoped it was a Nutter. Little did I know, but Dietmar had a sign that read, "Stewart Throw Me Your T-Shirt). Fuck! I should have thought of that. Oh well, I wanted his Tron/Stargate/Doiley shirt anyways.
The show was over, and I was still blown away. I had been to some great concerts in my life. I had been in the front row or close to it for some of them. Foo Fighters. Bowie. The Who. Elvis Costello. None of those came close to the show I had just witnessed. Not by a mile.
And then an odd thing happened. Someone came from the stage and I could SWEAR he had The Flag in his hand. And this person was trying to give the Flag back to Kellie.
Honestly, I could not actually see what transpired next. However, Kellie later told me that they tried to give it back to her, and she said that unless there was another show tomorrow, she didn't want it. (I will let Kellie's account provide the actual story).
So I walk around the Pit in order to see who got THE shirt. And I was happy to see that it was Dietmar. Someone quickly asked Dietmar if they could have their picture taken with it, and Dietmar was kind enough to oblige. I was quickly second in line, but again my camera had no batteries left. Luckily, a number of Nutters were happy to take a picture of me with it. Before the picture was taken, I quickly took a look at the label in an attempt to give me a clue as to where I could get one like it as I had been searching for one like it since the shirt had debuted on this tour. All the label said was Primal Wear, which I had suspected. My hands were soaked from handling the shirt. It was like the shirt was just fished from a lake. However, I don't seem to recall any particular smell. I then passed on the shirt to others so they could have pics taken. Won't name names, but subsequent holders of the shirt *may* have taken a sniff.
I then walk towards the seats near the back of the pit and meet a few more Nuttters for the first time. In particular, I recall meeting njperry, who I had always wanted to meet, as well as aamiel. Aamiel had actually sent me a pair of great green tube socks seemingly out of the blue at the end of 2007. They are actually great socks and I began to wear them at every Police show. Unfortunately, I only have a chance to say hi to her for a second before security tells everyone that we have to go. I feel really bad about this. Sounds odd, but I really love those socks, and I was not able to run into aamiel again before I left NY.
Leaving the venue is a bit of a clusterfuck. A bunch of us head out one direction only to learn that there was no exit that way so we have to then go towards the opposite end of the venue. Meanwhile, I get another text from my best friend. He asks me what the last song was. I thought this was a very odd question. However, I later learn that the Best Buy webscast did not broadcast all of encores.
When we finally get out of the venue, my mind is totally fried from the whole experience. I am walking towards Fat Annie's with, I think, Empty, and I tell her that I am not sure I can write a post about my experience and feelings about the last show. She says, "You can always just write, 'FUUUUUUUUUUCK!'" As we cross the street, I feel that Empty is right. There is no way I could describe this whole experience in words.
TO BE CONTINUED . . . (seriously)
There is no bigger gong.