I have to admit ... while I am a fan of certain Police songs -- and I definitely had a moment in the 7th grade when I actually owned a Police record and listened to it regularly -- I think Sting is really pretty annoying. And I'm not excited at all about a Police reunion. In fact I feel taken advantage of. Sting is just weird ... in a 'South Park' way. He's weird to me the way Yanni or Fabio are weird. And I resent (a little) having to sit through his awful performance.
Generally, I think band reunions just suck. They shouldn't be allowed; they (reunions) are wrong, and in so many ways just not fair. Once a band breaks up, for whatever reason ... they should stay that way. The problem is that we (the public) allow this to happen. And we allow it in a way that we wouldn't allow for any other artist. I mean, what if Leonardo Da Vinci decided, 15 years after he painted the original, to repaint the Mona Lisa? The public would cry, "Haven't you got anything new?" Or what if a designer decided suddenly to just put out one of his old collections again, because it was popular the first time. We would cry: "BULLSHIT!"
But the worst part about the Police reunion to me is the message it sends to other bands of the same ilk. That maybe it's OK for them to get back together. Holy crap ... can you imagine? What if some of the Police's contemporaries from back in the day suddenly appeared together? Ha!! Huey Lewis and the News, Dexys Midnight Runners, The J. Geils band, Toto. What a mess we would have on our hands, you know? I say, if you want to be around in 15 years then you have to stay in the game for 15 years. You have to stay together, and relevant, and touring and proliferating. Playing only in Vegas doesn't count. You have to stay IN THE GAME. Like the Red Hot Chili Peppers for instance ...font size="2">
OK ... I have to stop myself now because I'm gonna just go on and on. I'm back in New York after a crazy week of traveling all around the country, and I started writing this about 4 or 5 days ago, and because of internet problems, wacky scheduling and pure exhaustion, I haven't been able to finish. Not to mention every time I sit down to write, I end up starting over..
So thank God the Grammys were exciting to look at. I loved the camouflage suits O.K. Go wore, and I loved the silly string brought by the Chili Peppers. I thought the hottest person of the night (by FAR!) was PINK in Herve Legre. WOW. What a beautiful lady and what a gorgeous dress. I also think the Dixie Chicks looked great, that Mary J. Blige was on point and that I give Beyonce a pass for being beautiful (but she really is starting to bore the hell out of me).
I got an e-mail a few weeks ago from the Pussycat Dolls' stylist and really wanted to dress them, but people don't seem to understand that I'm still a small designer. I don't have a warehouse full of gowns and inventory for people to choose from, and for me to make six dresses in a week would be impossible ... so i had to decline, as much as I didn't want to ... then had to see what they actually wore that night. Oh well, I still want to work with them some day; I think each and every one is gorgeous, I just think a little more thought needs to go into their look. It's tough when you have a group.
I liked, also, what Shakira did for the evening. Beyonce should take a page from her book. There is a lesson on how to successfully change your look, change people's perception, stay true to yourself, and look beautiful ... Which all leads me to ... IMOGEN HEAP ... hahahahahahahahaha ... ooooooooooooooohoooohohohohhhhh.... aaaahhhhhhhhhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!
GASP....hahahahahahahahahahah ... ooooooooooooooooooooo shit. Jesus Christ.