This isn’t bad. 12 guys, 12 different locations. But why is Sting singing in a lower register? Is he having trouble hitting those high notes or…?
I’ve mentioned this two or three times before, but my transcendent moment with this song happened in a pub in Stockwell (south of the Thames) in December 1980. 9:30 pm or 10 pm. Not many people, maybe three or four at the bar. I was sitting near the jukebox with a pint of bitters, feeling a tiny bit buzzed. And then the song, which I hadn’t paid much attention to since its debut in October, began playing, and the bass tones were magnificent. I fell in love then and there.
The next morning the news was on the BBC about John Lennon‘s murder.
