Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Don’t Stand So Close To Bobby

Hey, Bobby.

“Look, it’s Slash.”





Sting. His name is Gordon Sumner, and he goes by Sting.

“Not ringing any bells.”

He opened for the Dead.

“Apparently, so did the Violent Femmes, whoever the hell they are. So, you know: you’re gonna have to narrow it down a bit more than that.”

He was in The Police.

“Oh, shit.”

No. Not the police. The Police.

“Ah. I didn’t notice the capitalization. Wait, yeah. They were a trio, right?”


“I do not cotton to trios, gotta tell ya. At least six or seven too few people in the band.”



Reach in there and tweak his nip.

“Yeah, I’m not gonna do that.”

You could, though.

“You can see an awful lot of him.”

Too much. Hold on: is Sting wildly under-dressed, or are you wildly over-dressed.

“Both. This picture was taken at a pool party.”



  1. Anyone know who the people in the photos are?

    Also, I never really bought the company line that Healy was fired for turning down the volume on Sting. There had to be more to it than that.

    • St James Infirmary staff photos.

    • I thought that the Sting thing made them listen to the tapes, and they (Phil) heard how Healy sonically bullied Bobby.

      Not sure what abuse angered Phil, in my opinion it could have been the turning down of the guitar in the mix, or the wacky vocal effects during throwing stones.

  2. Mean. Green, Devil Eating Machine

    February 5, 2017 at 1:27 pm

    Healy was – well, never mind.

  3. Luther Von Baconson

    February 10, 2017 at 7:41 pm

    i know that photo-bombin’ author guy, man. it’ll come to me. Czech.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *