Sting HAS NO ANSWERS
Hell, at least he’s trying. Plenty have called him pretentious—quoting Shakespeare to drunks, diddling Jung, sporting philosophers and musicians like designer accessories—and I’ll happily accept that he may well be. But his music isn’t asinine, it’s sensuous and clever.
Sting HAS NO ANSWERS
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Sylvie Simmons
Hell, at least he’s trying. Plenty have called him pretentious—quoting Shakespeare to drunks, diddling Jung, sporting philosophers and musicians like designer accessories—and I’ll happily accept that he may well be. But his music isn’t asinine, it’s sensuous and clever. He’s not a guru, he’s an ex-schoolmaster from Newcastle, and if he likes to teach the world to whatever, that seems admirable to me. “I’m 36,” says Sting, “I’m still asking questions.” Here’s some of the answers...
“My songs are like a diary where you can look back after 10 years and say what my preoccupations were or what my fears were,” says Sting. His preoccupations and fears in the two years since the release of The Dream Of The Blue Turtles have been, predominantly, his involvement with Amnesty International (still on), the death of his mother (to whom ... Nothing Like The Sun is dedicated), and finally, almost-officially, leaving the Police.