NEW YORK � Sting marked the end of the year-and-a-half-long Police reunification tour Thursday night by shaving off his enlistment beard before the marveling eyes of a sold-out house at Madison Square Garden. I think that's what was going on anyway.
After an hour of vintage hits, the bassist and his accumulation of salt-and-pepper facial scrub left the microscope stage � along with bandmates Andy Summers and Stewart Copeland, of course � to wait the traditional audience demand for an encore. After a few minutes, the big television screen supra the phase blinked back on, and we saw Sting, right away fetchingly bare-chested, stretched kO'd in a backstage composition chair piece two women with electric clippers set about abuzz off the famous beard. Out front, the crowd together watched in something like wonder. You could feel their hopes rise afterwards the women reduced the foliage to a small stubble and snicked cancelled their trimmers; and you could finger them lessen again when one of the amateur barbers tight a large handful of shaving cream onto Sting's face and the process continued, this time with razors. I thought to myself, "People will pay to witness anything."
The unanimous ritual took less clip than one might have feared, although more than one would have favourite, and when it was over, the band returned and played for another half minute. After cl shows, they were in top variant. (I would personally make up money to watch Copeland geniusing around on drums in an otherwise vacate room.) The 18,000-some people on hand � who stayed on their feet through the whole concert � loved it loudly.
There was one other unusual moment. It had come in the first place, when, in the midriff of a song, three girls stepped out onto the side of the stage and began shimmying with empty. These were not the sort of dancers unmatched usually sees disporting themselves behind singers who aren't actually telling. No, these were intelligibly civilians. And when they were coupled by deuce boys entrance from the other side of the stage, it became clear that they were all offspring of the stars. It was very sugared. When the song all over and the kids scampered away, Sting stepped to the microphone and aforesaid, "Between us we must have 21 children." Then he aforementioned � and this was the unusual part � "We've been on tour for 30 years." I don't know what anyone else made of this, but I wondered to myself, "What, uh, does he mean by that?"
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