I did see Sting on the Dream of the Blue Turtles tour. Thinking of him performing "Roxanne" with no accompaniment other than his guitar and Branford Marsalis on soprano sax still gives me mega goosebumps.
Oh yes, Barb! (I saw it on vide, but still, gorgeous!)
Which reminds me that I must track down a DVD a rip an mp3 of it (I used to have a tape cassette of it that I made when I was wee by putting the boombox next to the TV).
That and his closing number of "Message in a Bottle" where he just keeps the refrain going and going and the crowd is singing and they're all sending out an S.O.S., sending out an S.O.S.sendingoutanSOSSENDINGOUTANSOS "Thank you, Goodnight!"
Dream of the Blue Turtles was the first album that I actually loved, rather than pretending to like the popular music that all my friends were digging. And while I love The Police and find them more enjoyable, and while much of Sting's latter work might be more monotone and sometimes embarrassing, I love it more because I see him experimenting and playing and mixing and matching styles, and sometimes it works, and sometimes not, but it's simply a joy to see him trying new things in ways that others haven't, exploring music and himself and continually reaching for something new. And if nothing else, I could read his lyrics like a book of poems, simply enjoying his use of language sans the embellishment of sound.