So the next band, Maroon 5 comes on. They are popular I guess. I've not heard any of their tunes until yesterday. All the girls were saying "that singer's cute." And I'm thinking to myself, "yeah, like you have a chance." So I pull out the camera and take some decent shots --
And then . . . my en- counter with the Event staff Nazis. Yes, the pimple faced dude who could be a character on the Simpsons tells me, "Sir, no professional cameras allowed; you have to put that away." I tell him ... "it's not a professional camera. Look, it has a pop up flash. This camera costs less than $500. Pro cameras cost three grand -- and, the head of security cleared it." So the putz gets his supervisor who gives me the same crap and by that time, I put it away until the Police come out (the band, not the cops). While all this is happening, of course, people are smoking pot all around. The dude next to me is videotaping the show (copyright violation anyone?). Yet these jack booted shmendricks with the event staff shirts are concerned about lil ole me. The Police came out on time at 8:45 p.m. and put on a decent show. I took out the camera; cranked up the ISO to 3200 and shot nearly 100 images by the end of the night.
Then, I figure, during the encore, where there were only minutes left, I decided to say, "pa la mierda", no more incognito shooting. I'm going balls out. So I'm there shooting when another event staff compact flash nazi comes to me and says "give me the film, that's a pro camera." The putz didn't know that I was shooting digital. But I said the same thing to him as before. He then started talking to another security dude, which by then, I slipped out the CF card and put a blank one in the camera, and started walking away. They backed off. I think next time, I'll have a camera with 2 CF slots and have one to hand to them if they hassle me with perhaps pictures of hairy butts or something.
In any event, back to the sound. It sounded great. Copeland was as awesome as ever on the drums. Sting sounded good and his bass playing was great. Andy looked bored, but he always looks bored. The funny thing is that during the show, between the Coke and Beer sales dudes walking by, there was this dude going by selling, "earplugs." Man, a genius. I should have thought of that. Back when I was a teenager at the Police concert, folks were selling bootleg t-shirts and dope. Now, they sell earplugs and $40 t-shirts made in Korea for 50 cents of child labor.
Finally, other than the cruise sluts and groupies which you always find at shows, it was funny noting how friggin old everyone at the show was, including the band. The times have a changed.
And a spendid time was guaranteed for all. And it'd better at $ 500 for 2 tix; $ 30 for parking; $ 8 for a Bud Light; $8 for a Cuban Sandwich; $5 for a bottle of water and a night of dodging the camera nazis.