The Hardy Boys and the Mystery of the Great Ipod Shuffle

Spring is almost upon us and that means yard sales and good stuff cheap.  I'm totally psyched.

The Police – Every Breath You Take/The Singles – Back in the day, when the Police were still a touring band, they were considered the coolest thing going.  And Sting, Mr. Nine Hour-Tantric Sex himself, was the brains behind the group.  That said, chinks, for me anyway, started to appear in their armor.  I saw them live and their opening act, the Go-Gos, out played them.  (There was an unproven rumor that the girls were not wearing underwear; however, we were in the back of the arena and couldn’t substantiate this.)  Also, Sting had a smug, I’m-better-and-smarter-than-my-audience attitude.  Then, there were the lyric snippets from Syncronicity like “hey, hey Mr. dinosaur, how come you’re not around anymore” and “over the din of our Rice Crispies”.  It was almost enough to make me burn my Dune video cassette.  The music:  “Don’t Stand So Close to Me “86” does not improve on the original, but the rest of the CD does provide the singular highlights of the group.  A worthy introduction.