Sting, High Lodge, Thetford Forest
It's fair to say that Sting and I have a bit of history.
Back in July 1983 I stood in Andy's Records in Norwich with six 20p coins burning a hole in my pocket as I'd decided to buy my first record.
It was a toss up between two - Depeche Mode's tales of corporate greed, Everything Counts, or a Police record about servants and masters with a sleeve featuring Sting's piercing eyes staring back at me.
Pretty heavy stuff for an eight-year-old to weigh up.
Within a month The Police had split up, but not before I'd spent Christmas 1983 Record Tokens on the Synchronicity LP. It was Sting and The Police's last album, but my first.
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And here we were four decades later reunited at High Lodge in Thetford Forest as an incredibly toned Sting enters the stage in a tight white T-shirt, with bulging biceps, fronting a three-piece outfit. Nothing much has changed.
"I've never been to Suffolk," he tells the crowd before launching into Fields of Gold, a song that seemed apt on a steamy night in the forest in which he went through plenty of old and new material.
Sting had hit shuffle on a career playlist that darted around the decades and eras from surfing the new wave of cool with the white reggae jams of Can't Stand Losing You to the quirky solo hit about cultural differences across the pond, Englishman in New York.
It worked though.
One minute we were Walking On The Moon from the final months of the 70s, the next we were taking in the Shape of My Heart from the early 90s when Sting's output was more middle of the road than a row of cat's eyes.
Sting was funny, chatty and relaxed and seemed to be having the time of his life. All The Police material was, of course, well received but it's perhaps important to remember that he was all but done with the band by the time he was in his early 30s and has a wealth of solo material to include in a 90 minute set.
So the slower, more introverted songs such as Mad About You, Why Should I Cry For You? and Desert Rose are included to drop the mood down a tad, but Sting is soon ready to pick it up towards the end.
There's couple of tracks to keep us Synchronicity fans happy, the superb King of Pain, for me his best song of the night, before it launches straight into Every Breath You Take, a song I thought he would have given more time to and made a bigger deal of, but it felt a little buried among the sing-a-long nature of The Police's better songs.
Sting, you were magnificent. We ay-ohed with you in the all the right places, we were your backing singers to Roxanne in the fabulous encore and it was all down to you that this largely middle-aged crowd dad-danced and mum-moved to your brilliant career-spanning songs.
Just like my first vinyl purchase, you had us Wrapped Around Your Finger.
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