I am exhausted: I just finished reading over 300 Police Mailing List emails since around New Years, mostly re: the Police Reunion. I've been--obviously--putting off reading them, although I knew what they were about; mostly because I dared not believe it, but partly because I knew eventually the hype would die down and I wouldn't get caught up in the emotional roller coaster. But What A Ride!!!
 
I also have been a member for years, lurking constantly in the background, selfishly gleaning information from your willing, often eager emails. My fondest memories from this list include meeting Jeremy, Deb, Bill, Maggie, Ross & Fred; picking Ross up from the airport having never personally met him (against my now EX-husband's wishes); meeting in Irvine then driving to 'Vegas with four friends I hadn't met yet except on the list (J, D, B & M) to see Sting at the MGM without anything but the clothes on my back and a credit card, sharing a room with these wonderful people, counseling a new friend on her complicated but promising relationship, seeing Michael Jordan gamble more $$ in one hand than my ex made in one year; flying to Houston on a 24-hr turnaround for front row seats and staying with J&D; sharing photos and laughs with all of them for weeks after. This list anchored my love for a man and his music that I had harbored without external support from most friends and family, bringing it into the light without shame. I thank you all, especially Jeremy, Deb, Bill, Maggie, Ross & Fred.
 
And I sit here now still reeling from the possibility, no matter how implausible or insane, of my favorite band of all time that I never saw in person--although I am old enough to have seen every concert they ever did but too sheltered (and quite frankly too stupid to make the effort to go!) at the time--getting together once again if only for a brief moment in a world-wide tour... although I too have fantasized about the following, still:
I do not care if they suck.
I do not care what songs they play.
I do not care if every song sounds completely different from what I've been listening to for 30 years.
I will be in the presence of a historical moment, of an artistic "big bang", and I will be enthralled, enamored, and enthusiastic with every strum, pick, strike, note, scream. It will be a moment I will never, ever forget.
 
Having said that, I honestly didn't believe it would happen until I read Sting's comments.
Now, the impossible has become the improbable. Hey: it's a step in the right direction!!!
 
Jen from SoCal
"All made up and nowhere to go"