I thought the updated version of Roxanne was too Sting-y, really. And I haven't been a fan of his since the 1986 break-up.
But Stewart Copeland rocked on drums! And the harmony was tight.
Maybe I expected too much. I was riding the nostagia wave pretty hard, telling my ten-year-old Maddisen how, in the early 80s, the band she was seeing really was that great.
"What's he saying?" she asked.
"He's singing 'Put on the red light," I answered, while simultaneously shussing her so I could hear the gig.
"Why is he just humming and stuff after the chorus?" she asked, even after I'd talked myself into believing that was not what he was doing.
"He's Sting. That's what he does." It's all I could muster.
Was it just me?