Police Drummer Stewart Copeland Calls Reunion Show "Unbelievably Lame"

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"It usually takes about four or five shows in a tour before you get to the disaster gig," Police drummer Stewart Copeland writes on his blog (yes, he has a blog). "But we're The Police so we are a little ahead of schedule." Thus reads the self-eviscerating post in which the drummer describes exactly how bad the band's much-heralded reunion shows have been sounding to him. He explicitly details his take on the band's second major reunion show in Vancouver with a blow-by-blow of his onstage musings (read Charles Cross' review of the first show here). Oh, and he calls Sting a "petulant pansy." Here are our favorite snippets from Copeland's post:

• "I collect myself in the dark and start to warm up the gong with a few gentle taps. But I'm overdoing it. It's resonating and reaching it's crescendo before the stage has fully reached its position. Sort of like a premature ejaculation. There's nothing for it so I take a big swing for the big hit. Problem is, I'm just fractionally too far away and the beater misses the sweet spot and the big pompous opening to the show is a damp squib. Never mind."
• "I stride manfully to my drums. Andy has started the opening guitar riff to MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE and the crowd is going nuts. Problem is, I missed hearing him start. Is he on the first time around or the second? I look over at Sting and he's not much help, his cue is me -- and I'm lost. Never mind. "Crack!" on the snare and I'm in, so Sting starts singing. Problem is, he heard my crack as two in the bar, but it was actually four -- so we are half a bar out of sync with each other. Andy is in Idaho."
• "There is just something wrong. We just can't get on the good foot. We shamble through the song ["Synchronicity"] and hit the big ending. Last night Sting did a big leap for the cut-off hit, and he makes the same move tonight, but he gets the footwork just a little bit wrong and doesn't quite achieve lift-off. The mighty Sting momentarily looks like a petulant pansy instead of the god of rock."
• "We get to the end of the first verse and I snap into the chorus groove -- and Sting doesn't. He's still in the verse. We'll have to listen to the tapes tomorrow to see who screwed up, but we are so off kilter that Sting counts us in to begin the song again. This is ubeLIEVably lame. We are the mighty Police and we are totally at sea."
• "In rehearsal this afternoon we changed the keys of EVERY LITTLE THING and DON'T STAND SO CLOSE so needless to say Andy and Sting are now on-stage in front of twenty thousand fans playing avant-garde twelve-tone hodgepodges of both tunes. Lost, lost, lost. I also changed my part for DON'T STAND and it's actually working quite well but there is a dissonant noise coming from my two colleagues."
• "When we meet up back-stage for the first time after the set and before the encores, we fall into each other's arms laughing hysterically. Above our heads, the crowd is making so much noise that we can't talk. We just shake our heads ruefully and head back up the stairs to the stage. Funny thing is, we are enjoying ourselves anyway. Screw it, it's only music. What are you gonna do? But maybe it's time to get out of Vancouver."