The Police were far and away my favorite band when I was growing up. I recently had a chance to see the last show in their reunion tour at Madison Square Garden, which reminded me again how each of the three members of the group are excellent musicians in their own right. Sting may have had more fame in the intervening years, but Stewart Copeland's drumming is magnificent to behold and Andy Summer's guitar work help define the sound of the band. There is nothing like the three of them together.
So, sitting in the middle of this perfect storm of nostalgia, I decided to take a look at this collection of Mr. Summers' photographs so I could spend some more time in those early years of the `80's. A couple years back, I had read Mr. Summers' autobiography, One Train Later, and enjoyed it quite a lot. I am also familiar with his other photo collection, Throb, which I also liked. Unfortunately, this book didn't quite live up to either of those.
In some ways, this book is a strange amalgamation of those other two books. There are a number of brief informational/autobiographical blurbs with the photos. But the blurbs don't really tell us much and, in the end, neither do the photos. Unlike photos designed to stand alone as art, these are meant to tell a story but, in the end, they don't seem to do that. Certainly, for someone not interested in or somewhat knowledgeable about the band, they would say almost nothing.
Still, there are some good shots here. It's clear to see that Mr. Summers is at the beginning of developing a real talent. I particularly liked the wide shots of some of the arenas they played and Andy's more "private" hotel room pictures. But you have to sift through a lot of stuff to find those jewels. For someone not really invested in the band, it would be too much work.