I'm getting old. You know you are getting old when you go to see The Police. And, speaking of getting old...so are they. Old...and seemingly very bored on stage. It was a less than stellar performance. The flow was not on, there was more wankering than a porn theatre, most of their songs sounded washed out, slowed down, dull and boring. Stings son's band, Fiction Plane....yawnfest. The best part? Sloan! Man, those guys just keep on going strong. They are one of the few bigger Canadian bands who haven't began to completely suck, ala the Tragically Hip, Our Lady Peace, et al. They got the crowd going, the sounded good, they had energy, they sound as fresh as the first time I saw them at Crocks and Rolls wayyyyy back when.
40 dollar T-shirts? And all the logos were borrowed from past The Police shirts...at a time when you could get them for 5 bucks. 40 frickin bucks for a T-Shirt? No way. And yet people were buying them by the fistfuls! Crazy.
40 dollar T-shirts? And all the logos were borrowed from past The Police shirts...at a time when you could get them for 5 bucks. 40 frickin bucks for a T-Shirt? No way. And yet people were buying them by the fistfuls! Crazy.
