As he’s done with past configurations, he’s reinvented his songs to encompass whatever style he feels at the moment, and been very good at treating his audiences to new experiences every time out with imaginative arrangements that always inject new, unexpected twists. Sting is not afraid to try anything new, in his view nothing in life is worthwhile if it does not have some risk. So many people I know are one degree of separation from this extraordinary talented man who’s music and lyric’s I have enjoyed over the years and the man who’s given so much back with his music. Sting move’s the audience with his awe-inspiring bass playing which is the central focus of the show. It is worth it, and you are spellbound by the magic the gift that this man was given and the generosity with which he share it with the ever appreciative audience. The band is made up of Vinnie Colaiuta, whom Sting referred to as “a drummer’s drummer,” father-son guitarists Dominic and Rufus Miller, Jo Lawrie on violin and backup vocals and Peter Tickell on violin and mandolin. This is what I like and love about Sting he is not afraid to mix it up and see what happens. At the core of any great musician is the ability that without effort everything blends into acoustic harmony. I personally would have loved to have seen what Sting would have done with two sitars on stage with him but then that is me when it comes to music wondering what if. Sting also can make you wonder about yourself and took me back to a film I had just seen The Untitled Work of Paul Shepard written and directed by Jeremy Lalonde about something Sting brought up “emotional annihilation” as the root behind the male fear of commitment, and while I listen to the music my mind wonders about what Sting just said and all of a sudden you are left measuring yourself with the man on the stage who it seems is always giving, growing, experimenting, caring and who’s no ordinary rocker. Later in the evening I shared some ideas about Sting with a friend and he responded “I know Sting and his family well they are great people”. The world is small and yet again I find myself one degree of separation from Sting. The adventure of discovery never ends for Sting and My Name is Khan.
There was tension in the air, thick and still, as if a Samurai warrior could slice through it with his katana like a hot knife through butter. Rioting was imminent. Parts of the city would burn, looters would take to the streets, while Mick Jones and Lou Gramm after a long time apart sat in the tranquil enclave by the pool of the Sunset Marquis Hotel to talk about re-uniting the band Foreigner. Mick’s brother Kevin and I looked from afar, soon venturing off to the nearby Argyle Hotel on Sunset to take a seat with excellent vantage point of part’s of Los Angels burning while ordering a Chivas on the rocks. While LAPD marshaled it’s forces’s and Korean store keepers stood on top of their stores with guns to shoot any thugs that would do harm to their property,many of my friends called and informed me they were loaded and ready, helicopter’s dotted the sky like scattered stars carelessly thrown. It was on this day Mick and Lou reached an accord to re-unite and tour once again as Foreigner. Mick and Lou turned tragedy into art with music.
Lou Gramm is no longer with the band and for that matter no one from that period is except it’s English founding member from Portsmouth Mick Jones. It was ironically eerie that once again I would be united with Foreigner in my home town of Toronto while some parts of the UK burned and smoldered because of rioting thugs, who’s rapacious trajectory for moral insanity is the cause of this tragedy. These are the kind of idiots that don’t get out much. The cloud hung over-head as the strobe lights flickered and Foreigner came on stage and began playing as if they had just dropped off their bags backstage and were knocking on your door. Not hard like a copper, but also not afraid to bang and say, “Hey! I’m fuck’n outside your fuck’n door”. The music comes and goes on the wind, it comes and goes to the brain. It let’s you hopscotch through time. Mick lay’s down some of his hypnotic rock riff’s and I get a flash back of his mom telling me about his guitar in Portsmouth and Mick never wanting to leave it. The band began playing a song Mick wrote “I want to know what love is”, and I thought of Portsmouth and all in the UK and wondered do those thugs really know what love is? This man from Portsmouth song still moves me, and that is art, so let’s once again turn tragedy into art, call your radio stations tell them play this song ” I wanna know what love is”, Tweet it to all in the UK, send it by Blackberry, Facebook it! UK has withstood many nasty vicissitudes of life it will over-come this but let everyone in UK ponder the words and the tune of “I wanna know what love is”, by Foreigner and Mick Jones. The quest to make a difference never stops at My Name is Khan.
Foreigner – I Wanna Know What Love Is
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My grandmother in her vibrant sari and HRH Queen Elizabeth II in her summer white introduce the first official trip abroad of William and Kate to Canada. “I suppose our grandsons are enjoying Canada in the summer?” comments HRH, to which my grandmother responds,” You think William and Kate will get bored of the food and want some curry?”. Asian fashion fusion has been going on for ages since the British discovered the great riches of India and Catai. It would be only appropriate to compliment this page with “The Power of Love”, by a great Canadian singer Cleane Dion. Soon you will be introduced to some of the creative chefs of Toronto and what they would have prepared if William and Kate had visited Toronto. The adventure of life, love, discovery, and a jolly good time never stops on My Name is Khan.