So I'm at the Hollywood Bowl last night, enjoying a nostalgia double-header of Elvis Costello (woo!) and The Police (eh). All is well -- even the irrepressible dancing glowstick guy two rows in front of me is manageable -- until the latter band launches into a slow jam I'm unfamiliar with, accompanied by images of destitute but happy children around the world. And it's at this moment, when I am stifling giggles, that I realize what a cynical asshole I am. Seriously. It might have even made me sad, if I had been able to think about anything other than the band meeting when this decision was made. Like --
"Hey, guys. This song is great, I really like it, and I'm totally not trying to start any of the famous feuds that made us split up in the first place. But don't you think this song would be really great if we showed images of destitute but happy children around the world while we played it? I mean -- like totally deep, and great?"
Followed by a chorus of --
"Yeah, omg, completely. I hadn't thought of that before. No one has. Brill, mate. Kids are so touching. Genius."
Thankfully, they then started playing "De Doo Doo Doo" and I snapped out of it.
...And that's all I have to say to you.