Oh, The Police, I was going to spend a little bit of time writing about how I actually prefer your ’86 remix, which was the first version I ever heard, because the tone of it is much more fitting with the subject matter. The original is just too playful for a song about statutory rape. Then I read part of an interview Sting did about this song:
“I’d done teaching practice at secondary schools and been through the business of having 15-year-old girls fancying me – and me really fancying them! How I kept my hands off them I don’t know…”
Ugh. Seriously. Ugh. “How I kept my hands off them I don’t know”. So yeah, I’m kinda done with y’all. It does make more sense why the original version was so upbeat, though. But forevermore, I’m not going to be able to shake the sick feeling I have of knowing that this song has some really shady roots. Thanks a lot, The Police. I was looking forward to hearing more of your songs on here, but now I’m hoping we don’t get anymore so I don’t get that uck feeling in my gut thinking about y’all.