Born and raised in Cincinnati and schooled in Bloomington, I now live in Salem with my beautiful and long suffering wife, two fast-growing sons, and a golden retriever who patently refuses to do so.
There is a fantastically good chance that the header image you see above was stolen from the excellent If We Don't, Remember Me. I sure do hope that's OK, because they are all so awesome.
It was a bit scary that Andy Summers can now collect retirement benefits, and having his vericose veins pop out at you in high-def on his Fender on a huge 30 foot screen, was not a visual I’d really want to repeat.
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Metroblogging Boston: Review : The Police @ Fenway
Funny, my brother and I noted something similar at our show in LA: the liver spots on Andy’s hands magnified a thousand times while he tore through solos.
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