When 15 or 16,000 middle aged (and up) folks form blocks-long lines on a Thursday night, you know there must be some Serious Nostalgia in play. I couldn’t help but think this, watching the line as I sat on a half wall eating a massive burrito*, the sun slowly dying in San Jose. What got these folks out? My mind swirled to think of how many conjured ghosts of lost lovers and youth would be dancing over our heads when Peter Gabriel and Sting stepped onto the stage together.
“Respect your elders! (That should be the name of this tour.)” said a younger man hawking t-shirts along the line. The woman behind me whispered to her companions, “I feel like I’ve just been demographically profiled.” (She had.)
Inside the stage was set for a massive show. Two drum kits – fit for Neil Pert – along with a third percussion station with djembes and congas and the like create an imposing upper tier. Three keyboards. Nine or ten microphones. All backed by more than a dozen columns suspended in air and displaying projections of light and images. The arena buzzed in anticipation. The two legends, we knew, would be swapping songs for the next few hours in a totally intermingled mega set. Read More