Rowland and I went with David and Anita, some new friends of ours here, to the Police concert in Denver last night. Sting’s voice doesn’t seem to have aged at all. He gave it all he had for a good two hours. After the fourth (yes, fourth!) encore, I was done! What’s the deal with encores anyway? I looked the word up in the dictionary, and it says a repeat performance due to popular demand. I’ve been to a good many concerts, and I’ve yet to see an encore that wasn’t “planned.” I guess if the band totally sucked, and the crowd was walking out, there might not be an encore. One encore is good, even great at times! Two encores must mean that the band is going through their hits and trying to come up with the best one to play. Three encores are obviously planned as are four - especially when there is video to go along with each one. So, essentially, they aren’t encores. They are, instead, VERY SHORT intermissions intended to get the crowd revved up! Let’s just play all of the songs during the concert, then kiss the crowd good-bye and move on! After all, it wouldn’t have changed the way the crowd felt about the concert. It was awesome! And to think it was done with just three pieces, a drummer, Sting on bass, and a kickin’ electric guitar player - almost as good as my husband! Very close! But not nearly as sexy!!

The other fun part of the night was that Anita had never been to a “non-Christian” rock concert. We were up high, so we didn’t get jostled with the crowd, and I think that the days of smelling “that sweet smell” may be behind us, but there was still beer. As luck would have it, we had four young drunks behind us. They were in the wrong seats (imagine that) and had to be asked to move. As they stood behind us, inching their way down the row, I grabbed Anita to push her forward. I knew beer was coming down. Sure enough, I was just a tad late, and she was baptized by beer. Now, she can say she’s REALLY been to a rock concert!