It’s hard to have just one favorite as I’ve seen so many, but going to see The Police in 1979 at a small venue on the outskirts of London has to be near the top of my list. There could only have been about 80 of us, but the crowd felt much larger as we all blared out the words to Roxanne with Sting as our King. The room was boiling hot; Stuart drummed with sweat flying off him into the crowd. Andy kept it cool as Sting blew us away with his words and that voice.  Sneaking out of our posh boarding school to see the show had never been more worth it! We all knew these guys were going somewhere.

I left the venue feeling elated and part of the beginning of something. We were right. The Police exploded with hit after hit and the rest is history!