Broken Music by Sting (2003)
A few interesting perspectives and anecdotes, especially about the Copeland brothers (Miles, shown in all his shrewd, cost-cutting glory, didn't take to Sting at all initially and couldn't get his name right--"that guy, whatsisname, Smig?"), and a good evocation of the sheer persistence, hard work, and raw ambition that led to the success of the Police. Three very experienced musicians, flexible enough to adapt to the changes that were sweeping through the industry, and willing to do whatever it took--no wonder they thrived when most other bands fell apart. "...The backbone of our legend will be that we would play anywhere, travel any distance, sleep anywhere there was a bed, give 100 percent and never complain." Our music biz friend Geoff told us years ago that that appetite for touring, and the willingness to keep it up for years, was the main ingredient in "making it." Best story in the book is about his meeting with Miles Davis:
The great man fixes me with his eye.
"Yes sir," I reply.
"Sting," he says again, savoring the word in his mouth like a gob of spit, "you got the biggest fuckin' head in the world." His voice is no more than a malevolent whisper.
I'm not a little shaken by this, to say the least. "What exactly do you mean, er, Miles?"
"Saw ya in a fuckin' movie, man, and your head filled the whole fuckin' screen."