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| Indescribably handsome, yes. Funny, no. |
The thing about Sting, see, is that he seems to be completely, utterly, totally, lacking a sense of humor. Can you picture him laughing at a beau jeste? I can't. ROFLING or LOLING, let alone LHFAO, is not the Sting style. He called himself Sting, remember. I could take the preening vanity - he has a lot to preen about. I could take the pretension, more often expressed in interviews than music. Pretension has an important part to play in artistic creation. But I couldn't take his grinding, monolithic self-seriousness. His lack of play.
Be that as it may, and it certainly is, the man has made some pretty sublime music, and the pretty sublimest is probably on Ten Summoner's Tales. So ultimately, I win. I don't have to listen to him hold forth and declaim in the drawing-room. All I have to do is "sit back, relax, and enjoy" this fantastic album.
The deliverable is the download-only extended version. It's not better than the original, but only a fool would deny it's longer. Play it in the backgound as you and your lowlife pals pass the Sterno. I done did a new cover [above - Ed.] so you can tell it apart from the original when you sober up.
This post made possible by the splendid folks at DrMacBook [Bangkok - Ed.], who performed miracles with my iMac.