And Now, A Word From Sting
Hello, my name is Gordon Sumner, or as you have come to know me from my many albums and movies, Sting. I’ve received a fair amount of criticism in the press recently for my decision to charge people 200 Euros a day for the right to gather the harvest on my palatial Tuscan estate, Il Palagio. I understand that at first glance this seems to be the sort of thing you’d expect from your stereotypically self-obsessed and out of touch celebrity, so I wanted to take this opportunity to educate the public because I’m very excited about Il Palagio, and I think that once you understand what it is that we are trying to accomplish, you will be too.
First of all, I’d like to address the price. Some have claimed that the €200 charge (or $376 in US currency) is exorbitant, and I can’t disagree with that for the simple fact that I don’t know how much 200 Euros is. Is it a lot? I have people for that sort of thing, as I’m not the type to go into town and grub around in the local markets like a goddamn commoner. The last time I bought something for myself was in 1984. We were on the final leg of the Synchronicity tour and I was driving around in a Ferrari with a head full of acid and crashed into some sort of late night store where they sell crisps and whatnot. I hopped out of the car, grabbed a box of donuts, flung the contents of my wallet into the air and left. Just then the owner of the store began to protest, so I stabbed him to death in front of his family. So that box of donuts cost me, I don’t know, $4,000 or thereabouts. That seemed a standard and typical transaction for me at the time, so I don’t understand why people think €200 is a lot.
Also, when on tour with the Police recently, you couldn’t get within 500 yards of the concert venue for less than €200. That’s not an exaggeration, either. Part of the reason ticket prices were so high was because we had hired roving execution squads. If you got anywhere near the venue and couldn’t show a ticket stub, they would shoot you in the kneecaps and then run you over with a large bus. I’m still not sure why we did that. Seems kind of harsh, in retrospect. I think it was maybe a clause that Ticketmaster made us agree to.
Anyway, assuming you survived the Ticketmaster presents: The Police Death Squads™, you paid well in excess of €200 to see us on stage for 80 minutes, and believe me, that was if we felt really interested that night. One night in Boston I just walked up on the stage, farted in the microphone, and left. Our fans are such fucking idiots. The point is, at a Police concert, you spend a lot of money for very little entertainment, but if you pay me €200 to work at Il Palagio, you get to toil in the fields all day long! Now that’s value!
But now let me tell you about Il Palagio itself. Nestled in the rolling hills outside of Florence, Il Palagio was an abandoned 16th century estate that I purchased for the amount of money I made in 15 minutes with Every Breath You Take. Seriously, you people bought the living shit out of that song. You know it’s about a stalker, right? Yet you continue to play it at wedding receptions because you people are fucking morons.
Anyway, I’ve been renovating Il Palagio for the past 15 years and I’ve really learned a lot during that period in time. Specifically I learned that abandoned olive farms are an expensive pain in the fucking balls. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. I mean, I dropped out of goddamn high school, so what do I know about olive farming? I figured I could just toss out the empty olive pits from my breakfast martinis and WHOOSH! Instant olive farm.
But as it turns out, olives are picky little fuckers. You have to do all kinds of shit to the soil, plant the fucking things, and all kinds of shit that I have no goddamn time for. So I had to hire people, and they kept yammering on and on in their ungodly pasta language about how they needed to buy supplies, or tools, or medicine for their fucking kids. It was always, “Mister-a Sting-a! That’s-a my bambino you’re-a punching in-a tha face!” I swear to God, the fucking Wops are the goddamn worst.
And after a while I just started authorizing payment on everything just to get them out of my hair, but then my fucking accountant calls up to tell me that I’m fucking broke. I had to go on tour with the Police just to keep out of the poor house, and man, I really didn’t want to do that. The whole point of quitting after Synchronicity was to go out on top, and then not rehash the same old shit like the Who or the fucking Rolling Stones. Do it with a little bit of dignity, right? Well, dignity went right out the fucking window after I’d bought my little slice of Dago paradise. I really wanted the Police to go out on top, you know? Also, I can’t see Stewart Copeland without wanting to punch that smug looking prick right in the fucking face.
Anyway, after I got off of the road with the Police, I had a lot of money in the bank again, but Trudie wouldn’t let me sell Il Palagio because it took 7 years to truck in all of her goddamn clothes and she doesn’t want to go through that hassle again. Ugh, fucking Trudie. About 20 years ago I paid Rolling Stone to mention that I engage in tantric sex and have sex with Trudie for 5 hours at a time. I can’t believe anyone fell for that. I mean, honestly, if I was banging Trudie for 5 hours every night, her vagina would look like someone tossed a hamster into a Cuisinart. The fact of the matter is, I wouldn’t fuck Trudie with Stewart Copeland’s dick. She fucking repulses me.
So now I have to figure out how to turn a profit off of this aging, 16th century shit-pile, which means that you, the gullible Sting-adoring public, have to fork over money to do my dirty work. Oh sure, I’ll say all the right things, like how the wine made from the grapes on my farm is “biodynamic” (which is a word I made up that means, “You people are all a bunch of money-vomiting slaves”), and I’ll prattle on and on about how magical it is to work the fields under the Tuscan sun. But we all know that’s a bunch of bullshit.
In a recent interview, I likened Il Palagio to a “field of dreams”, which is as about as honest as I could be. It is a field of dreams, simply because I dream of living in a world in which people are so stupid, so moronic, so profoundly brain damaged and retarded that they would pay me for the right to do my work while I stood in my bedroom wearing that Speedo costume from Dune, shooting at workers with a high-powered rifle.
Da-doo-doo-doo da-da-da-da and that’s all I have to say to you.
I thought Sting’s and Trudie’s tantric sex went for 6 hours. It’s only 5? What a poser.
I know. And I don’t think it should count for him to trade off with random homeless guys during the course of the 5 hours either. It should be just him, not him and 17 smelly vagrants.
Is this a real thing?? If so, Hahahahaha!
Someone needs to bring this post to the attention of the media.
Especially that last picture which made my laugh hard enough to vomit.
If they put that on a jar of olives, I’d buy it. Then hurl it at Sting’s head.
I love this. My wife, Groove Kitten, a slightly-more-prolific poster than my almost-never-posting self, is the only one I know who loves Sting more than he loves himself. I could have saved myself a night sleeping on the couch and not responded, but I just had to say thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for writing this about Sting so she can start her day off right. 😉
Glad to oblige, WillieB. If you have other relatives that like Huey Lewis let me know. That fucker’s next.
As much as I love Sting, I wouldn’t pay a dime to pick his damned olives. And no, that’s not a euphemism.
Ok, so even a self-avowed lover of Sting wouldn’t pony up the dough to pull in the harvest, so Sting is basically fucked. I bet he’s drowning his sorrows this very moment with a bottle of biodynamic wine. And punching bambinos in the face.
I had no idea he was such a tool……
Yeah, he’s a regular monkey wrench.
Sting looks like future Rick Owens in that image. Time traveller confirmed.
I’m sure that Sting can travel through time, but Rick Owens? Who the hell is that?
Did Sting really say it? I’ve been Sting fan for a long time (since 1983) when I was a 10 years old child and in my opinion his words was so impolite in this letter. He didn’t respect even his fans. I hate what he said. He called his fans “idiot”. What a shame!
Hmmm, I guess my humor doesn’t translate all that well in Brazil.
No, Katia, Sting didn’t really say that. He was too busy eating babies to say much of anything.
Hello Greg! Me again!
Due to the fact that I´m foreigner and I´m not an English native speaking, until now, I didn´t understand if he says it or not. I already sent a message for him in his facebook asking him if he thinks that his fans is “fucking idiot” but he didn´t answer. Because if he said it I will not be his fan as I used to be. Because he is like us: human being made by flash and blood and hi has a soul like everybody has. And I think a very impolite person does not deserve having fans. So I need to know if Sting say it or not.
Thank you for your comprehension but I didn´t get your humor because for me is difficult to realize this thing.
You’re right, of course. Sting didn’t say such a horrible thing. I’m sure he appreciates his fans very much.
But as for being made of flesh and blood, you’re very wrong. I happen to know for a fact that Sting is made of space-age polycarbon fibers and is powered by a fuel cell that is recharged by a team of orphans he employs, who spend their lives tirelessly pulling levers and cranks in a dank sub-basement level at Il Palagio.
Hi Greg! Thank you for your answer! However, I confess you that I have to consult a dictionary for some words and new expressions that I do not know the meaning (both in “Sting’s text” and in your answer too). Sorry for my English mistakes. I wrote “flash” instead of “flesh”. And I wrote “hi” insted of “he”. But I am a long life English learnear. I love English ang English culture. Today, October 2nd is Sting’s Birthday and my Birthday too!
Well, happy birthday to you, Katia. And no need to apologize for your English. It is easy to tell that you’re putting a lot of effort into learning the language, and I have no problem understanding you.
Hi Greg! Thank you! I wish you all the best! God bless you! Your site is very creative!