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I saw the Police two times during their initial run, both in situations where it was easier to watch the video screen then actually have a chance to see how the band interacted with each other while playing their songs.
The first time was at the US Festival in 1982, and they had the misfortune to follow an absolutely on fire Talking Heads, who killed me so much that I don’t remember the Police’s set, which came at the end of a very very long and scorchingly hot day.
The second time was at Ratcliffe Stadium in Fresno on the 1983 Synchronicity tour, and while there was a video screen of course, the eternal problem with video screens is that I’m stuck watching what the director wants me to watch (Sting) instead of what I want to watch (Stewart Fucking Copeland). Which isn’t to say that I didn’t enjoy it: in my compare-and-contrast-with-Translator-at-KFSR’s-first-anniversary review in the Dead Air Diary I pointed out “Synchronicity II” and “Reggatta de Blanc” as highlights.