It's probably no surprise that I was a pretty weird kid. Growing up in the early 90s, while most girls were crushing on Jonathan Taylor Thomas or Macaulay Culkin, my biggest crushes were Paul McCartney and Sting. Swear to God. Well, I was also in love with Edward Furlong (from Terminator 2), but, as you can clearly tell from the blog title, this is not going to be a post about him and that time I sent him a fan letter with my most favorite necklace as a gift and NEVER heard back from him. I'll save that for another day!
I guess I was an old soul, but I really did love those two men! I became fascinated with Sting when I was in the seventh grade and I couldn't get enough. I bought every album (Thanks, Columbia House)- both his solo work and The Police. I watched every movie he was in, and, wow, they all sucked! Loved him. Imagined that when I grew up I'd marry him.
I also credit Sting's music for making me so smart. He talked about a lot of stuff and people I'd never heard of (used to be a literature teacher, did you know?), so I was constantly using my Funk and Wagnalls Encyclopedia to look up literary, mythological and historical allusions. Nabakov? Eye-opening and shocking. Scylla and Charybdas? Oh, now that song makes sense!
Seriously, Sting's the man! So when my sister called and said she'd found a good spot for photos, I was up for it. Then she said, "While I was standing there, I could literally hear 'Fields of Gold' playing in my head." I was sold! And the field was great! I could hear the music too!