A friend at work recently apprised me that he was a Sting fan. After some initial derision, like randomly quoting 'every cake you bake' - hey, what're friends for - I allowed him to make his case for why he was not a nerd. So, yesterday in the break room, he pulls up the studio version of this song, with lyrics, and I was adequately persuaded that he is not entirely undiscriminating musically.
Last night I found this duet version which is sonically and visually more interesting, IMO.
Even though much of my musical palate (if you are thinking "he should've written palette", you are mistaken; if you would've used 'pallet', you are possibly thinking about industrial rock) was formed in the '70s, I was not the Police fan. Probably not so much into his 'new age' stuff either, but his sparse jazz arrangements do spark a resonant chord, for me somewhat evocative of Ronstadt's Nelson Riddle sessions, though with less instrumentation.
h/t: Eddie
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