message in a moblog. (Especially since the airwaves have eaten this post once already, ahem.) Came for Elvis, stayed for The Police. His Stingness was ON all night, Andy Summers even cracked a smile by the last encore, and Stewart Copeland has clearly discovered the Fountain of Youth in a drumkit. Tried to sing along with the few fragments of songs that I knew ("just like the / old man from / the book by Nabokov"). I learned that, even after all these years, I will never be able to not smirk at hearing the lyrics to "King of Pain". But a great show ! Now if we can only make our way through the tangled skein of ramp closures and detour signs to get onto the freeway home...
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I saw your tweets. I even replied.
Posted by: Kathy Purdy of Cold Climate Gardening | July 26, 2008 at 08:40 PM
Two thumbs up, well done!
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