Monday, March 26, 2007

Mr. Sting? ...

(There's an actual point to this post, but let's just pause for a moment so I can say, "OH MY GOD, LOOK AT HIS ARMS!" Note to Andy and Stewart: Clearly, yoga helps you age well. Really, really well. And yes, I have just wanted a reason to post this picture. Even if you're a guy and you're all, "I'm not attracted to guys," you gotta give the man props for those guns. I mean, dude is 55. He qualifies for an AARP membership. But LOOK at him! Dammit, where's a cigarette? It's times like these when being a non-smoker poses a real problem. Anyway, where was I? Oh, right. A post.)

I suppose, legally, Sting goes by Gordon Sumner.

But you know you definitely goes by the name Sumner?

Joe Sumner. Joe is the lead singer of Fiction Plane.

Fiction Plane is opening for The Police on the North American tour.

Joe is Sting's son.

To Joe's credit, the fact that he is Sting's son is not widely publicized. Not that it's a secret, either.

But he's not trying to ride on Daddy's famous coattails.

Some compare Fiction Plane's sound to U2.

I sampled the band's first CD on iTunes. Yeah, there's a bit of a Bono sound to Joe's voice. But, as the iTunes write-up points out, this band is way more cynical.

Ah, youth.


Anonymous girl and dog said...

Wooooo-weeeeeeeeeeee!!! That man's like a bottle of fine wine... THANK. YOU. for posting that. :D

11:16 PM  
Anonymous Ethan said...

I have to ask... why the obsession with Stewart Copeland + Andy Summers' physical appearance? Sting has always been the "pretty boy" of the bunch, whereas the other two have had other priorities.

Apples, oranges, etc.

10:32 AM  
Blogger Beth said...

Hmm. I'd hardly say I'm obsessed with their appearances. Just sayin', Sting's taken care of himself and it shows.

10:36 AM  
Blogger Markbnj said...

Oh shoot.
oops. it's a poem for the AUTOMATIC POETRY MACHINE, writing itself...

Pooo Hoo.
Me Sad. Me mad. Me glad.

MeSoSo Sad. Me No have Police Tix.
Me so so Mad. Me No have Police Tix.
Me so so Glad You have Police Tix.

Me So So confused.
Me no no snooze.
Me need Schluffy now.
Me sleepy no no pill.


9:18 PM  
Blogger Markbnj said...

Go to the APM™ site (here:
to request ANOTHER poem from me..

Your copy here:


9:18 PM  

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