|Gordon Matthew Sumner (the formative years)
|Everything post-1984 by Sting (after he outgrew The Police for whatever reasons) sucked. (Forgive me, Sting fans. My apologies.) With the exception of "De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da" most of the stuff The Police did was noteworthy, both lyrically and musically. Sting seems to have sold out. Now, he's like "Sting Lite" a mere pale version of his former self. BTW dude, learn to wear a hoodie. (Oh the air of streetwise yet supernatural mystique and innate intellect.) *burrp* |
Just about everything by Sting after 1984 is right up there with Yanni or Michael Bolton. ("Fortress Around Your Heart" off his 'Dream of the Blue Turtles' was good, however. Everything else off that one was pure crap. Especially "Russians". Argh. Ugh. Such blatant references. Bah. Not the usual artfulness, craft, nor metaphors in his lyric-writing of previous years. Yet, I digress...)
As for "Christmas" trees, killing them isn't worth the trouble. They're so much nicer when they're outside, stuck in the soil, helping clean the air we're so great at messing up with our emission-spewing automobiles. (It's just as easy to decorate a house-plant, or a mannequin, or a coat-rack, or your dead stuffed dog...)
(And furthermore, Christ wasn't even born on Christmas[TM].)
As for relationships with "God," that seems like it's a personal thing. None of the religions I've ever come across seem to have gotten it perfect. I'm thinking that "god" is about your higher self, and tapping into the divine without getting all arrogant and fucked up over it. Humble warrior, and all that. It's about what you know intrinsically to be right and good. Folks get all warped about the bible; there were only ten simple rules. All the other shit in there is negligible and imprecise, so I say leave it. (These nutty evangelicals, sitting there, on TV, taking apart the semantics of every damned sentence in the thing... Arghhhh. We're so mired in the details, we're forgetting the really basic shit.
Depending upon the societal sect in which you exist, Christmas[TM] seems mostly about Walmart or Sacks or Tiffany's or Mervyn's or Macy's or K-Mart. What it all boils down to is consumerism...
My advice: Next time you go into a store where there are too many lights and too much Sting, put on some sunglasses and put in some earplugs. Even if you complain to management, and even if you write a letter to CH (corporate headquarters) they probably won't change their policy, unless of course you're complaining about some poor kid's piercing, or someone's punk hairdoo, or the way some cashier snotted off to you. Then you'll see a change. But will they take Stink off the speakers? Doubtful.
Hmm. I taste poop. (Yeah, that's my diahrreah of the mouth again...)
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