article on The Police in the London Sunday Times, 3/4
From The Sunday TimesMarch 04, 2007
Cop idols They said a reunion would be an act of insanity. So what changed their minds? Under intense interrogation, the Police break down and confess all. There is only a small industry crowd of 100 or so, gathered in the cavernous dome that is the Staples Center, LA, home to the Grammys. ItÂs a technical run-through. ItÂs boring. Beyoncé has an unfortunate fringe cut that is sucked into her mouth each time she sings the opening strain of Listen, her Dreamgirls anthem. The crowd stare glumly at the giant monitor and her giant flapping fringe. Then there is the sound of a distinctive drumbeat. Perched behind the big drum kit is Stewart Copeland, last seen on TV in Britain as a gauche judge on the reality-TV show Just the Two of Us; last seen on stage properly with the Police over 20 years ago. You can discern concentration on his face. ThereÂs an intensity a long way from the languid arrogance of his TV persona. When Sting and Andy Summers come on, a wave of excitement erupts through the small crowd, which rises to its feet. Sting says: ÂItÂs been a long time. ItÂs good to be back. There is a nervousness in the way he says it that draws you in. They start to play Roxanne. Sting struts, and you donÂt notice all those years that have passed. From a distance his hair is a halo of blond, his body lithe, his bottom high and round. He has the same slinky moves. The band is an odd-looking trio: Copeland tall, gangly, no bum at all; and Andy Summers, short, his face  once as pretty as a pussy catÂs  impossibly young-looking for 64, a decade older than Sting. The music and its power are extraordinary. Whatever trauma they have inflicted on each other, the songs remain and they seem effortless, even affectionate with each other. Backstage after rehearsal, everyone is excited. The band is jumpy, a box of playful puppies, though not from the same litter. Andy exhales: ÂWasnÂt it great? WhoÂd believe that after all those years I just slipped back as if it was yesterday. It was really emotional. Sting looks at him and says: ÂYouÂve got groceries on your mouth. Sheepishly, Summers wipes his lips clear of a large sandwich crumb. Background Down time: The Police A rock star goes back to his lutes Jazz: New Releases: Andy Summers: The X Tracks Related Internet Links Clips from Stewart Copeland's behind-the-scenes video, Everybody Stares: The Police Inside Out Copeland, who seemed the most determined on stage, is the most detached off. HeÂs on his BlackBerry and talking on his Bluetooth headset. Sting is now in a tight-fitted cashmere coat and hat. He hugs me hello and his wife, Trudie, comes up. ÂWasnÂt it so exciting? She presses my hand. She had wafted into the auditorium earlier in a black coat dress and boots, with Robert Downey Jr at her heels. He told me in an interview once how much he loves Sting. The next day, their Grammy opening performance thrills America. The secret is out and they are riding high. We go backstage after the event. Sting is wearing a satin suit. Is this Sting of the Police, or Sting of Sting? ÂItÂs Police Sting, or a bit like him, anyway. I think IÂm more mellow now, but I did enter that persona for the performances. ÂI was a hard case back then. I come from Newcastle, he says, all glinty-eyed, knowing I too come from Newcastle, where men are hard and donÂt cry. They wear T-shirts when it snows. ÂI used to live up to my name. My silly name. HeÂs happy and giggly. ÂWhy have I done this? IÂve done this because itÂs some kind of healing. You do wonder why. And is this answer enough? He ran away from the Police when they were the bestselling band in the world. You might wonder why he did that too. But he needed the freedom to write songs without the fighting. So why now? Certainly not because he needs the money or acclaim. His lute album, Songs from the Labyrinth, topped the US classical charts for 13 weeks and the UK charts for four. He has a sumptuous life, a comfortable one, but he doesnÂt thrive on just comfort. He needs the highs and lows. He realises Trudie is missing and she must be found as the Police and its people, in which I am included, must attend a party honouring Herb Alpert and Jerry Moss, two sweet old chaps who founded A&M Records to which the Police were signed. After the party, I donÂt sleep. I lie in bed with CopelandÂs film, Everybody Stares: The Police Inside Out, playing on my laptop, Summers memoir One Train Later in front of me, and the transcriptions of several Sting interviews IÂve done over the years to the other side. I am piecing the fragments together. Not so much of why they fell apart, but what connected them in the first place? These three alpha males from totally different geographical and artistic places fighting for musical territory. Maybe the fight was the bond. It was CopelandÂs band first. He asked Sting to join when he saw him play with the jazz-fusion band Last Exit. Then they enlisted Summers, known to both of them through his pedigree as a rock guitarist. Almost instantly they locked into a power struggle: the founder member, the more experienced player and the front-man star. The next day they play the Whisky club on Sunset. Here they make an official announcement that they will tour the world. An archive Sting interview is being played, with him saying: ÂIf I ever reformed the Police, IÂd be certified insane. Sting announces: ÂYes, I have the white coat. They play Message in a Bottle. News hacks and musos alike hold out their mobile phones, sending the song to whoever is No 1 on their speed dial. I do that too. They say they are not going to fight and they only fought because they cared. They say as individuals they no longer have the need to express themselves so totally in every song. Everyone is smiling. Arthur Fogel from the promoters Live Nation scoops me into his car to await the band in a buttery-coloured suite at the Four Seasons. He was the mastermind behind last yearÂs Madonna tour and previously the U2 tour, which is said to have grossed over £200m, and this tour could make the Police the same sum. Arthur only does global. ÂIÂd been asking for years, would Sting consider it? I got a call in December and it was Sting saying yes. It took me off guard. The mood is innocent excitement. Is it naive or is it impressive? Certainly, Summers is not fool enough to think itÂs all going to be easy. ÂWeÂve had a massive couple of days and I feel like going into battle. I need to strap on psychic armour. HeÂs quiet but not without edge Do you think youÂll be going into battle with each other? He hesitates. ÂI donÂt think so, but we are a rock band, so by definition you have to be somewhat at the edge of battle with each other. It lends to the right kind of tension in the music. YouÂve got to have this slightly oil-water situation. We muse who is oil and who is water. He says heÂs water with gloopy bits floating in it. We decide Sting is oil and Copeland is water, not a glass of it, but Niagara Falls. WhatÂs interesting is that in SummersÂs book One Train Later there is a sense of catharsis. He felt the need to place himself, to explain that with Eric Burdon & the New Animals he had the longest guitar solo in the history of guitars. His contemporaries were Jeff Beck and Eric Clapton. His life hadnÂt been just the Police. But after the band broke up, he stopped practising. For him this represents the ultimate act of self-destruction. Imagine Gordon Ramsay on a diet of Cup a Soup. In the book he talks about clamouring for expression. He unleashes the story of the collapse of the band, the three giant egos, the relentless fighting. And just as he said that the Police was an open wound that would take years to heal, Sting, contrary as ever, decided to re-form the band. Does Summers think it was because you had finally let it go, thatÂs why it came back, in an if-you-love-someone-set-them-free kind of way? ÂItÂs very odd, but I cannot dismiss that element. The urge had been with me for many years to write that book. I wanted to describe my journey before arriving at the Police and how I felt that all these people like Jimmy Page were the same age as me, but it wasnÂt my time until later. When the Police happened I felt I surpassed everyone else. The dream was realised. Then the dream was gone. I do tell the truth in that book. I donÂt pull back from describing difficult behaviour. I was slightly paranoid that the boys would never speak to me again, but they loved the book. Sting e-mailed me to say heÂd read it from beginning to end, and didnÂt just read the parts that were about him. SummersÂs reaction to being on the road was to not come home at the end of the tour; itÂs not an unusual phenomenon. StingÂs first marriage broke up in peak Police, as did CopelandÂs later. Summers says that when he went off to take photos, he swapped his marriage for 40 rolls of film. SummersÂs wife, Kate, divorced him and he garnered the nickname Randy Andy. But by 1986, after the Police folded and heÂd failed to find solace in anyone else, he and Kate had got back together and remain so. ÂItÂs a cliché, but that life is hard on marriages. My wife is an intellectual, private person who went, ÂI donÂt need this bullshit around me. ÂI wasnÂt angry with the Police for ruining my marriage, I was angry with myself, and devastated and numb. Did you have a drug phase? ÂI grew up in the 1960s, so IÂve always loved the odd hallucinogenic. I canÂt say we were good boys all the time, but I never crossed the line to getting into the abyss. I was driven by the need to preserve the ability to do what I love, which is play the guitar. It was odd that my dialogue with the instrument after the Police stopped happening. I just stopped practising. It came back though, and now I love my guitar and I loved it last night. Exhilarating and frightening all at the same time. And we actually played well together. His eyes light up and his face brightens. ÂI have never really forgotten those songs. We all have them burnt into our cores. Stewart and I practised together before going up to rehearse in Vancouver. I had dreams about us playing together again. I canÂt remember whether they were happy or sad, they were just big and deep and haunting. I never stopped thinking about Sting and Stewart. I didnÂt see very much of Sting because I live in LA and he was only here once or twice a year. But when I saw him recently after he read my book, we couldnÂt stop chatting. There was a flow between us that made me think something had shifted. We are always going to be bonded. StingÂs had a fantastic career on his own. I started to play in a lot of jazz festivals. I played Carnegie Hall last year, IÂve had photography exhibitions and three photography books. And while you know heÂs glad to have done these things that have helped redefine him, none of these things mattered as much as the Police. For many years, Summers described himself as walking around with an open wound. The wound couldnÂt heal because there was unfinished business, no closure, no Âthis is the last album, this is the farewell tour, just slow, painful, passive-aggressive splintering. ÂI do not ever remember us sitting down and formally saying, ÂThis is the end of the band. We just went away and didnÂt come back. There was speculation in the tabloids as early as 1981 that Sting had had enough and was culling the band, that Copeland had punched Sting, that he had a broken rib. By the time the band played their last gig in 1986, they knew it hadnÂt been going well for a long time. Maybe this is the goodbye they needed to say. ÂFor a couple of years we were told not to say anything. But after a while I couldnÂt lie any more. I knew we werenÂt coming back. But we never had the talk. Sting arrives and by now itÂs late afternoon. The room becomes a darker golden but the sunlight makes StingÂs hair impressively lemony. He hugs me hello; his cashmere zip-up is soft but his body is hard. He has a look that can only be described as naughty, and he says: ÂIÂve just had lunch. IÂve been well oiled. It seems that a few celebratory glasses of Pinot were taken. IÂm not sure that heÂs drunk on alcohol, but heÂs drunk on the buzz of the past few days. ThereÂs a sense that the years that have haunted him are suddenly released. ÂIt was painful. The Police was a painful seven years. Everything you thought that would make you happy was given to you, and then it did not make you happy. ItÂs a horrible but also wonderful lesson to learn where real happiness comes from. ItÂs not from success or money. It took me a while to find that out. I know myself better now. But, you know, we still fall into the same patterns, we just can navigate them better. And there was a need to heal. I escaped this band. I meant it when I said it would be a sign of insanity if it ever came back. I said that every day before I made the decision to get back together. But one day I just woke up and thought, ÂLetÂs do that. My instinct said this is what you should do. My instincts have nothing to do with logic. The logic of leaving the band when it was the most successful band in the world was odd. ÂI needed the freedom to write songs on a wider palette, and I did that for the next 25 years. Every time I had a successful album, the Police went further away. Then one day I woke and said now is the time to deal with this thing. IÂd just done this lute album that was more successful than I could have ever imagined. I could do another but that would be painting myself into a corner. Do I want to do another Sting record? I thought, IÂm not ready. What will really surprise people, really surprise me? What kept coming into in my head was, ÂPhone the boys. Then I made the call. They were thrilled, disbelieving and joyful. And so am I. ÂThere is such a feeling of warmth for us out there, even with the press. The press usually hate him, send him up, talk about his tantric sex and his love of yoga. But for today the snideness is shelved. When you last released a Police tribute boxed set, you said you begged the record company to package it in a coffin. ÂDid I? he giggles. ÂOh, God, what was I like? I hope that IÂm nicer now, more relaxed, less driven to control everything. We were hugely successful on one hand but hugely dysfunctional on the other. Arthur told me, when he saw the band rehearsing in Vancouver, that they were not very good. ÂI had this idea weÂd re-form and slip back in there, Sting giggles grimly. ÂThere is a lot of work to be done. I have developed a lot of these songs as a solo performer, so they are very different. There are rhythmical and structural differences IÂve woven in and havenÂt shared with the others, and they were like, ÂWhatÂs this? They said they want to do it the way it was in 1982. I said I want it to represent who we are now as musicians. We had a negotiation about the way to keep things fresh and also respect what we did before. And thatÂs ongoing and I think itÂs exciting. We never really wrote songs together, that was part of the problem. I wrote in isolation, brought them a finished product. When you start a band, your roles arenÂt defined but they get defined pretty quickly, causing all kinds of machinations and alliances, but itÂs hard. IÂm a singer-songwriter. StewartÂs a great drummer, and Andy is a great guitarist. Within those roles we can move forward, but at first it was difficult. Because they all wanted their moment? ÂYes, and thatÂs understandable. Particularly understandable, as the band was founded by Copeland. It was he who introduced Sting to the blue-eyed reggae rhythm, the drumbeat that established the Police sound in songs like Message in a Bottle and Walking on the Moon. It was an accidental chemistry that drew the band together in the first place. ÂMost bands are from the same neighbourhood, they have the same background and education. Ours couldnÂt be more different. Stewart was born in Beirut with American diplomatic parents, Andy was from the genteel south coast, and I am from Wallsend. We didnÂt have that common bond. Our bond is that we were in the Police and we can make music together. The bond that started off so unlikely and ended up so fragile suddenly seems terribly important. ÂIt was a very important performance for us last night. We were very exposed. It had to work because of the premise of going on tour and that we were still a band. Before we went on I got them both together and said, ÂLook, weÂre doing this for each other, we have to play for each other. And weÂre playing for Kim, our tour manager who died, and we are playing for Ian, StewartÂs brother who died. We all started tearing? And here come tears now. HeÂs mumbling; not whole sentences, just odd words. I make out Âbond of brothersÂ. He looks at me, full, fat tears now rolling down his face. ÂYou know, we are doing it for each other. I start crying too. ItÂs easy to feel StingÂs emotion when heÂs projecting it in stadiums; in a hotel room, itÂs shattering. Then we laugh hysterically. They never used to have those moments of group bonding, a convergence of souls before the show. ÂWe never had that. We grew apart within this vortex of tension. We stopped connecting and I want to fix that. Part of the compulsion to get back was the fixing and the unfinished business. ÂThis business will never be finished. Relationships are never finished, either. When I was in it before, I felt trapped. Now I can enjoy it. It canÂt have been very enjoyable to read SummersÂs book and see CopelandÂs film. Neither were particularly kind to Sting. Yet the opposite happened. ÂAndyÂs book and StewartÂs film gave us reasons to meet. Stewart was in Sundance promoting his film and I was there with Trudie. Everyone has their version of the truth. There is no one truth. I wrote my book [Broken Music] ? well, actually, I didnÂt write about the Police at all. This is interesting in itself, that he wrote an entire autobiography where they didnÂt register on his emotional thermometer. He wrote about his parents. ÂWhat happened spun me further away from their orbit. ThatÂs one of the sadnesses of my life. That I never quite made the circle back. I found a way to communicate with my parents now that I didnÂt have when they were alive. As he sees the band as his family, it seems imperative that he doesnÂt lose them as well. ÂWhen I first was in the Police, I felt very much like an outsider. Andy and Stewart had been in the business for a number of years and I was just this guy from Newcastle. I was brutal. I was into the forward momentum more out of insecurity than anything else. Every relationship was distorted. EverybodyÂs marriage fell apart. ÂYes, badly. But we all managed to survive and pull back from the abyss. These days, touring is less alienating. Supporting the Police on the US leg of the tour will be Fiction Plane, whose singer is StingÂs son Joe. ÂYou probably think this is nepotism. He is aware of this and it is a huge problem for him. He says he doesnÂt want to be associated with me. But this is a huge opportunity for him to shine. You once said that ambition is stronger than friendship. He laughs, squirming slightly. ÂI must have just said that to get a rise out of them. Did I mean it? Maybe partly. Now I believe friendship is much stronger. It feels the time is right for a tantric-sex question. Can he really do it for hours and hours? ÂYes. You can have sex for six hours, but it includes dinner, a movie, and maybe a lot of begging. Tantra is a well-documented science; itÂs not just about sex. ItÂs a devotional exercise to express adoration. Sex is a sacred act and incredible fun. He fiddles with his silver bracelet. It has something inscribed in Sanskrit on it. ÂI think it says, ÂDonÂt do any harm to other human beings.  I tell him I have described the band as a box of puppies. He says that he had a beautiful black-coated retriever, but he died. ÂI am a retriever. Send me to fetch and IÂll do it. They are loyal and steadfast. Are they intelligent? ÂNo. Are they loving? ÂYes. Are they attractive? ÂVery. They donÂt bark a lot, they keep themselves to themselves. Do they do what they are told? ÂThey seem to. My wife breeds irish wolfhounds. We got eight last week. TheyÂre so stupid. He told Copeland he was an irish wolfhound. Copeland liked it because they are ÂgoofyÂ. Copeland arrives. He has an exhausting presence in that he talks at you in well-crafted and sometimes delicious soundbites, but not necessarily answering your question. ÂI sacrificed all of my musical credibility in England and now IÂm a front-of-camera TV schlock guy and itÂs okay! And I enjoyed the hell out of it. The music is crap. The production is brilliant. The songs are pukeworthy. But thatÂs not the point. ItÂs not about music, itÂs about human drama, watching people sweat bullets. So now you have to sweat some of your own bullets. ÂNo, no, tears of joy. Although we did sweat some bullets in Vancouver. We are all alpha males, and in the context of the Police, Sting is our top dog. When I was younger I had a problem with that. Now IÂm older, I am wise. I do have a life I am president of, in which I am a film composer and all kinds of things on which to hang my alphaness. Within the band, IÂll just play my drums and be honoured and inspired by having great songs. During this past week weÂve struggled and every so often, and this is a little icky, we did indulge in group hugs. In the rehearsals we reassured each other that if we were frustrated and angry, ÂMy anger is not to do with you, I am not angry with you. ÂIf you were to watch my movie? he says, raising his eyebrow above his thick-framed glasses in a chastising way. I try to interrupt, ÂBut I have seen your movie, and he continues. ÂAfter our first week practising together I realised that IÂm incapable of giving Sting exactly the drum pattern he has in his head. I will do my best. I am a third-rate session player but a first-rate tornado. The tornado phrase still rings in my head. For all his playfulness now, I tell him it seemed like a matter of life or death when he was playing so earnestly at the Grammys and at the rehearsal. ÂI donÂt know whether death comes into it. My heart is full of joy. For 10 years after the Police I did not play at all, I lost interest in it. So he fell into the same silence as Summers, then around the same time he found a need to document that. He came across 8mm home movies heÂd taken of the band left in canisters in his wifeÂs shoe boxes. Some of his film is tainted with sweetness, some of it is not. Some of it is sad, bitter even. In the film he says, when you get to where youÂre going, the ride is over. Were you curating your own emotions? ÂNo. I did it so I could integrate back into my life, put it on a shelf, encapsulate it, punctuate the Police, the whole story finished. I was going to have a really good year because all this stuff was coming my way because of the film. Then I got the call from Sting that blew everything out of the water. IÂd never have dreamt of calling Sting. He owes me not another calorie of effort. The account is clean. We are good. By making this film, it is clear that Copeland stopped hoping the reunion would ever happen. Now he is grateful it did. Then he was cynical. ÂI say in the film I had a car that I never drive, a family I hardly know, I am a shell of a person, I am a can of beans, I am a product. Do you know the family you have now? ÂI know that family and I have also had more family. I have seven children. There have been two wives. ÂI am a father of many and a suburban dad, thatÂs really who I am. My family is really important to me, I donÂt want to be an absent dad. I will be doing this for one year. I might go crazy after three months and have to write a ballet because that muscle needs to be moved for the endorphins to work properly. Yet CopelandÂs drum-playing is the one place where he can hone his tornado spirit. ÂThe funniest part of the transition from rock star to professional human being was the sartorial one. About five years after the last Police concert, I hung around my buddies in the polo club and realised I was the only one in the room in leather pants. But IÂm not a rock star any more, composers donÂt need to wear leather pants. I bought a new wardrobe with button-down shirts and chinos from Ralph Lauren. I thought, ÂI look like everyone around me, IÂm anonymous. IÂm fitting in.  I cannot imagine it would have been the pleasure he says it was to fit in, but he insists he enjoys it. ÂBy the way, in the movie there is a moment of self-provocation about which there is much self-confusion. IÂve written on my drums Âf*** off you c***Â. The assumption is normally made that it was an address to our illustrious lead singer. But it was just an idle moment not addressed to anyone. ThereÂs another rumour: that I broke StingÂs ribs in a fight. ItÂs true. I did break his ribs, but what we were fighting about was that he was in pursuit of my copy of The New York Times, which he snatched from me in a moment of monkey-like frivolity. We were joshing around, then there was a cracking sound. Can you imagine that happening now? ÂNo, heÂd kick my arse. He runs 20 miles a day and works out every day. So what has changed about you? ÂThere is little any one of the three of us could do to change each otherÂs opinions of ourselves. ThereÂs nothing brilliant I could say that would make Andy or Sting think, ÂGosh, Stewart is smarter than I thought. And there is nothing stupider I could do that could make them say, ÂI never realised Stewart is such a dick. Their opinions are solidified, and thatÂs kind of relaxing because there is nothing I need to do or say to impress them, because that wonÂt happen, he says, a little bit impressed with himself that he has been able to reach this conclusion. Although the three band members say they are siblings from opposite ends of the Earth and who look nothing alike, they do all wear the same huge smile on their face today and the same brightness in their eyes. Sting told me that he didnÂt sleep the night before the Grammys. ÂThat was unusual for me, but I was wired. The excitement is absolutely tangible. ItÂs the thing you feel between a band and an audience. IÂve kicked and screamed against this for a long time. The others were always ready and I wasnÂt ready. But this feels right. It was a long time to wait but my instinct says it was the right time. ____________________________________________________________________________________ Have a burning question? Go to www.Answers.yahoo.com and get answers from real people who know.
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