So last Friday night I hit the Police concert at Wrigley Field in Chicago. The atmosphere was great. Amid a backdrop of Wrigley’s ivy covered walls and the Chicago skyline, a monstrous stage stretched from left center to right centerfield, towering towards the sky. The weather cooperated, offering up 75 degrees and a clear night sky.

As to the concert, The Police played a pretty decent show. It was like inserting quarters into a jukebox, rocking out to all your favorites. Essentially, the playlist mirrored their ‘Every Breath You Take: The Singles’ album. Like the majority of the crowd, we were rarely sitting. I heard earlier reports that the band was off the mark. That didn’t seem to be the case this time around. The three musicians really focused on playing some quality rock and roll that night.

Excluding the music, a couple things faltered. First, there wasn’t a lot of interaction with the crowd. I had the sense that Sting and Co. were in a hurry to get the show over with. They flew through the playlist, finishing up in a roughly two hours. And when Sting attempted to interact with the crowd, it was difficult to hear though I chalked that up to the average acoustics of Wrigley. Second, the lack of cohesion between Sting, Copeland and Summers was non-existent. The three seemed to be playing in their own separate worlds. Sure, there were a couple attempts to duel guitars or jam out close to one another, but the majority of the time each kept to their section of the stage.

All in all, it was a good show. Sure, I thought there were some hiccups, but The Police’s playlist, coupled with the atmosphere of Wrigley Field, made the show spot on.

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