Giovanni – I forgot to thank you for
posting this – great stuff! I’m pleased the guys seem to be
getting along alright!
Cheers,
Bruce
From: police-bounces+bruce.greenwood=rogers.com@mailman.xmission.com
[mailto:police-bounces+bruce.greenwood=rogers.com@mailman.xmission.com] On Behalf Of Giovanni Pollastri
Sent: Saturday, April 21, 2007
8:19 AM
To: police@mailman.xmission.com
Subject: [Police] from Stewart
Copeland
Hi from Giovanni!
Don't know if you read Stewart forum, but here's a message
of a few days ago:
…disbelief spreads across his face and he looks
helplessly at Andy before dissolving into wild laughter.
ROX-HA-HA-HA-AN-AN!
YOU DON’T HAVE TO…
But it’s all over. Andy still has the riff going but
we’ve lost Sting. He’s gasping for mercy, leaning forward, agape,
as I murder the bass line to his classic song. Every wrong note that I hit on
his 1955 Fender Precision bass sinks him deeper and he’s howling.
YOU KNOW MY…
Wrong note
…IS MADE UP
Wrong note
SO PUT AWAY…
Wrong note
We are at the foot of a huge staircase that sweeps up into
the dark. Scattered around us is a collection of stringed instruments.
It’s a baronial hall with stone walls and the sound that we make wells up
around us.
This whole bass thing is his idea. Andy and Sting have taken
to pulling out acoustic guitars after dinner and most nights we end up here in
the stairwell sounding like The New Seekers crossed with The Gypsy Kings.
It’s actually kind of impressive to hear them duelling away with the
twanging strings reverberating off the ancient walls. Couple of frustrated
Manitas de Plattas, the pair of them, blazing away there by candlelight.
To stop me from going to get some drums, Sting put this
venerable antique bass into my hand. Andy shouts out key changes to me and the
two of them are head to head, exchanging phrases and trying to extravagantly
out noodle each other. I plod along on the bass, mostly keeping up, except for
this verse in Roxanne.
I’m a little giddy about my promotion to bass player
in the band. Of course it’s just a power grab by Sting who wants to
upgrade to six stings, but I’m happy because now that my new instrument
produces actual pitched notes (as opposed to the banging and clattering of my
previous rank) it makes me officially one of the musicians. The best part is
that the notes on a bass are so low that it doesn’t really matter what
notes you hit – except to Sting, whom I can now demolish with hearty
wrongness on his own axe. And then Andy pulls out an…
Stewart Copeland