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Feb 02, 1988
THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE
The pop singer proves that rock isn't kid stuff. At one point during his show at the UIC Pavilion next Sunday, Sting will give his seven-piece band a breather and play 'Roxanne', the song that introduced the Police, his former band, to the world. With only strumming guitar accompaniment-and the voices of his audience singing along-Sting's version will sound substantially different. Once a harsh, almost sneering song of love for a prostitute, 'Roxanne' in the hands of this year's Sting is more delicate, vulnerable, pleading...
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Feb 01, 1988
MUSIC, COMPUTERS & SOFTWARE
It was an incongruous sight. Sting at the podium extolling the virtues of technology, in particular New England Digital's Synclavier. After all, Sting has been perceived as an artist dedicated to his craft; few people associate him as a hawker of goods. Nevertheless, there he was displaying a genuine excitement, a passion that could only be borne from the artist who has found the toy of his dreams. This technology clearly means something to one of rock and roll's most accomplished and stylish practitioners. He loves it, it is his mistress, a mistress that willing succumbs to his whims and delivers all the secret pleasures rampant in a constantly active imagination: Indeed, at times, the Synclavier seems to take on near mythic proportions: "I'm very grateful to the inventors of the Synclavier," he noted, "for making me a whole person, not just a mind." Pretty heady stuff...
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Feb 01, 1988
ROLLING STONE
Sting's cool, bracing tenor cuts through the fierce midday heat, shooting across the seemingly endless soccer field in Rio de Janeiro's giant Maracana Stadium, ricocheting off the faraway balcony back toward the stage. The words, intertwined with Steve Coleman's eerie sax breaks, echo once, twice, sometimes even a faint third time in the expanse of this huge concrete frying pan, the largest stadium in the world...
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Feb 01, 1988
THE PHILADELPHIA INQUIRER
The mercurial pop star, and former chief of Police, is in a hurry. His seven-piece band awaits him on stage for a final Florida rehearsal before embarking on the long American tour that will reach Philadelphia tonight in a sold-out Spectrum show. His shaggy-dog hair looks as though it could use a good washing. The tour publicist hands Sting a black pocket comb - he frowns and hands it back. The interview segment will beam nationwide into people's living rooms the next night, and here's Sting, one of the world's most visible pop artists, not afraid to look a little grungy...
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Jan 02, 1988
THE ST. PETERSBURG TIMES
Making Music On His Own Terms: Peeling off a sweatsock, Sting winces slightly at the gamy odor wafting through his dressing room. The pop star looks up with a wry smile and says, "Sorry about my feet. I played tennis today. That'd be good for the story: 'Sting plays tennis and he smells.'" Then, like a guy seated at the next locker, he strips off his long, black sweater to reveal a lithe, athletic upper body. There's no time for modesty. The first show of his American tour begins in two hours and he's squeezing in one more interview before a long massage...
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Jan 01, 1988
THE ATLANTA JOURNAL & CONSTITUTION
A rock'n'roll chameleon tries on some new colours: It is high noon Thursday and Sting, who has come to be regarded as a paragon of pop-music sophistication, is sitting on a couch in the genteel Don Ce Sar Registry Resort. He is sipping tea and reading reviews of the previous night's concert that opened his American tour when there's the crash and clatter of breaking china. Sting smiles and shrugs. He's neither embarrassed by knocking over some china nor enraged by what he has read. He's just human and, being human, has not risen above occasional clumsiness...
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Dec 01, 1987
MUSICIAN
Slapping Sting around - Can he handle the tough questions...? My power is in selling records," Sting says forthrightly. "I can dictate to the marketplace. Someone who has a cult following selling 5,000 records a year has no power whatever. It doesn't matter what he thinks or what he does. It might be very worthy and, for the people listening, enlightening. But basically if I have any power at all, it's as a mass-produced, mass-accepted artist. I like making hit records; I enjoy the feeling of trying to reach a common denominator without being the lowest..."
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Dec 01, 1987
Q MAGAZINE
Sting holds court not in the music room with the sofas and grand piano nor in the oak panelled study with the leather topped desk and racing prints over the fireplace but in the kitchen. Not that this is any ordinary kitchen. Exposed oak beams run along the ceiling, pots and pans are hung from meat hooks over a stove in the centre and French windows open on to a well tended garden fringed with tall trees. Beyond the garden rolls the expansive greenery of Hampstead Heath, providing one of London's most exclusive views. The previous resident of this Georgian mansion was Yehudi Menuhin. Prince Faisal lives next door. "I've never seen him though," says Sting. "He's never popped in for a cuppa or asked to borrow any milk..."
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Nov 02, 1987
PULSE
"You'd better put the tape machine closer to me, I speak very softly," says Sting, leaning back for a minute from the conference table at A&M's New York offices. We're surrounded by the tools of the trade: VCR's, cassette decks, turntables, TV monitors, huge Altec speaker towers, telephones. The 32nd floor view out the windows is hazy this late September midday. Sting's running late for him, since he juggles his intense schedule with the ease born of organisation. But today is especially hectic. He's just left his morning workout, is on his way to auditions for his October Brazilian tour and he's got a photo shoot plus the inevitable MTV spot to do, and there are equally inevitable snags there. But for an hour or so, munching bagels, sipping OJ and coffee, he's ready to talk music, especially his new album 'Nothing Like The Sun'...
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Nov 01, 1987
MISS LONDON
No shades, no subterfuges, no stardom trips. At 36, Sting has finally exorcised the ghosts from his machine. Minty Clinch talks to Newcastle's most famous export. For me, Sting is a small neat blue-eyed demon - that's how we see him in the movies - who moves like the athlete he once was. We shake hands and he sneezes, the victim of a heavy cold. No demon, but flesh and blood. Polite, articulate, professional, very much in control. But very much a rock star. We may meet on a film set, but he insists that music still has top billing...
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