Hyde Park, the Police, KT Tunstall and a frisbee

The Police in Hyde park

That was it then, but it could not have been better weather for it. The Police played their final UK concert ever in Hyde Park yesterday, and according to the number of people wearing Police t-shirts a lots of their fans met up to say goodbye to them. It was a nearly 2 hour long extravaganza of their hits and apart from Sting having a beard making him 20 years older, and Steward Copeland wearing the complete wrong specs – it was good!

There were an estimated 35.000 people in Hyde Park, but we were surprised how relaxed it was. We were not very close to the stage, but the sound was good and we could sit/stand without having to touch our neighbours.

Just as good as The Police was to hear KT Tunstall live. She is cool, she is great live and I love her Eye to the Telescope album, which is on high rotation in my ears at the moment. I will certainly catch one of her concerts should she come to London again.

On Saturday I returned to Eastbourne and had another walk in the Beachy Head area. The weather was amazing, but the beach was nearly empty. Which made it safe enough for us to play some frisbee for a while which was fun at the time. Today I can feel pain in muscles on places I didn’t even know I had muscles. Don’t say it’s an age thing.

Oh, and we will soon be 2 + 1 + 1 = 4.

Bring on the night

The Police and full supporting Bill

In September 2007 I saw the Police in Twickenham, with a delay of about 25 years. It was a fantastic concert.

My good friend made me aware of the fact that The Police is playing their final ever gig in Hyde Park on the 29th of June. The very last the Police concert? I did manage to both convince her to come along, and to buy tickets for it so on the 29th of June it will be “Every little thing he does is magic” for the very last time live.

Another reason why we wanted to go is because KT Tunstall plays that day too. As does Starsailor, The Bangles and The Stranglers – seems like we get transferred back to the 80’s all day!

But most of all we want to go because there will be a full supporting Bill. We love Bill, we really do!

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Masoko Tanga

Looking back, with my eyes closed, I have had 3 major inspirational influences in my life, which means that inside my head you can find 3 fairly large chunks of information from all three of them.

Steffen Brandt‘s lyrics guided me through life in Denmark and they became the basis of my Danish vocabulary. His philosophy about life – seize the day – live your life before it’s over – live your dreams – has definitely had its effect on my life as well. I think it is safe to say that however sad it was to leave him and his music behind in Denmark he more or less pushed me to London as I could see I had to live my dreams. I still listen to their music often but there now is a distance to the language which no longer feels that natural anymore.

Not surprisingly Bill Nighy is the second one, still very much present. If Steffen Brandt pushed me too London, he was metaphorically standing at the other side of the water pulling me over. If my Danish consists of quotes from TV-2 songs, my English is filled with all possible quotes from films he has been in. He made me realize how cool Brits really were, how I loved the English language, he gave acting a whole new meaning and became the force to get me to give screen writing a go in the first place. Not bad.

The third one however goes quite a bit longer back.
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5 x The Police

Best of – sort of.

1. Driven to Tears
1. Bring on the night
3. Hole in my life
4. Does everyone stare (lyrics : Stewart Copeland)
5. Masoko Tanga

Yours ?


I change my clothes ten times
Before I take you on a date
I’m in a cold sweat, my panic it makes me late
I know you never entered for this
I know
My shots will always miss
My shots will always miss

Does everyone stare this way at you?
I only look this way at you

I change my clothes ten times
Before I take you on a date
I get the heebie-jeebies, and my panic makes me late
I break into a cold sweat reaching for the phone
I let it ring twice before
I chicken out and decide you’re not at home

Does everyone stare the way I do?
I only stare this way at you

I’m gonna write you a sonnet but I don’t know where to start
I’m so used to laughing at the things in my heart
Last of all I’m sorry ‘cos you never asked for this
I can see I’m not your type and my shots will always miss, always miss

Does everyone stare the way I do?
I only stare this way at you