For my 40th birthday Mum and Dad got me Gold Seating tickets to Sting’s “Barossa Under The Stars” concert on Australia Day. The experience as a whole was fantastic but I got to tell you (and I don’t want to sound ungrateful here), the gig itself didn’t excite me one little bit.
It was all too “nice” for my liking. It was missing the passion and a sense of urgent intent that I got from the other Sting shows I’ve witnessed.
The best bits of the night however, was when Sting played his acoustic guitar with very minimal orchestral backing.
As if he was performing solo.
This was especially the case with his very last song of the night “Message In A Bottle”. I could’ve quite easily sat through a whole night of Sting performing in this way.
Please don’t get me wrong, the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra were stunning in their musicianship and the orchestral arrangements themselves were absolutely breathtaking. I think what lost me was the marriage between Stings pared down band plus the Orchestra.
I must admit, seeing dreadfully inebriated baby boomers trying to relive their youth as well as being exposed to more mutton dressed up as lamb than one’s optic nerves can handle did nothing for the cause either.
I was hoping to be inspired but unfortunately it wasn’t the case. I wanted to… I really, really wanted to.