Is There Some Real Brain Trauma In Your Past Or I Suck

So I had a few drinks tonight. Not something I do often, but am doing once and awhile now. I figure, “Why not?” I’m pretty good at controlling myself from certain indulgences, so a few drinks won’t hurt. In fact, I’m sober now, which sort of prompted this writing. Drinking has always helped me forget what I didn’t want to remember, problem is, once I sobered up, all sorts of memories come back to me.

I stopped seriously drinking a number of years ago. Before that, I was a real serious drinker. A professional of the highest caliber. Because of my large size and body mass, I could hold a ridiculous amount of alcohol in my body. And I had been drinking since I was 12, so I was working my way to a 12-step program at an early age. When I finally did decide to stop drinking so much, I made the conscious decision to just go cold turkey. It’s really not for most people. It’s very difficult to just give up an addiction without some outside counseling to help you understand that you don’t need whatever it is you’re giving up. That you can replace whatever you were doing with something better. Inevitably, we use because it helps replace something missing in our lives. Counseling helps you find that, so you no longer need to go back to using to replace it. Unfortunately, sometimes your body gets too used to whatever drug you are using so you have to detox, clean your body and have it re-learn what it was missing. Sometimes you can do it on your own, especially if you are used to a solitary type of mentality and existence. I, in no way, consider myself any sort of superior person who can will himself to do anything. Nor do I consider myself so intelligent that I was able to reason myself into stopping all drug and alcohol use. But I have, on occasion, been able to will myself to do things in my life. So, when I decided to stop drinking, I just basically stopped going out to bars, hanging out with my friends in those social situations that called for drinking, (unfortunately, I found out that that was actually all we did, everything led to getting hammered at a bar.) My friends didn’t get that I wanted to stop drinking, I had been doing it far longer than they had and they didn’t understand just how tired I was of feeling that it was the only thing in my life. Ironically, I found out that my friends believed I had my shit together far more than they did, while in truth it was the exact opposite. I was tired of my crappy job, I had nothing going on in my social life except hanging out with them and I was generally tired of living. Drinking was actually the only thing that helped keep me from remembering how shitty my life was.

So what did I do? What I always do, I fucked up the only good thing in my life. I gave up drinking. By doing that, I also gave up a lot of these friends, who it turned, although they liked me, they didn’t quite understand, and ultimately respect me enough to understand what I was doing. They actually went so far as to make up stories as to why I had stopped coming out, including that I had an argument with one of them and was refusing to be in his company. Or that I had started dating someone that I wouldn’t dare bring around them, them being the misanthropic idiots that actually managed to drive women away, even while offering to pay for all drinks and meals. (I once had two female friends see me at a bar, come over to talk to me, and these morons actually were so excited to see someone of the opposite sex, that wasn’t one of the few usual girls who were actually our friends, that they screamed across the bar to ask who they were. Basically causing a gang rape scenario, not unlike Jodie Foster drunk, to cross their minds. They promptly said good night and left. I proceeded to smack each one of these douches in the head.)

So, when I stopped drinking, that social network sort of disappeared. I found myself craving alcohol, physically, once and awhile, but for the most part, was able to just forget how much I loved to drink. Unfortunately, one of the main reasons I drank was no longer held in check, so my depression about my life started to consume me more and more. But that’s not what I’m here to write about (of course in true asshole fashion, it takes me forever to get to my point). What drinking ultimately did was help me forget all my past regrets, so many they can’t be counted, but the one I remembered tonight and is one of the strongest recurring ones is the loss of probably the one girl I may have truly loved.

Her name is Corinne. We met in college. She pledged the fraternity I was pledging at the same time. (I was pledging a fraternity called Alpha Phi Omega, it’s a national co-ed fraternity. I would never pledge a fraternity normally, I found them to be, for the most part, a way for assholes to find each other easier. I only pledged because during summer classes, I started playing serious cards with these guys from this fraternity, and they were all good guys, not your usual bunch of frat idiots, in fact, they were sort of the non frat fraternity. APO is a service fraternity, not social, so they try to do good rather than drink heavily. They still drank heavily, but that wasn’t their primary goal. I wasn’t going to pledge, I was content to just play cards with these guys, but one of the guys that had just pledged was one of my friends from class and I was becoming good friends with all the other guys. So, somehow they managed to talk me into pledging, which I think may have involved alcohol. ) (You forgot that was an aside didn’t you, I really need to stop these.) So when the other people that were pledging were called to a meeting, in she walked. She was being brought in by one of the brothers that somehow talked her in to joining, amazing since he was such an asshole, we called him our “Founding Flame”. She was kinda tall, 5’9, shortish permed auburn hair (hey, it was the 80’s). Glasses, (I love a girl that wears glasses) and a fantastic body. A lot of the things I love in the look of a girl. It would have been nice if her hair was longer, but hey, whatever. But wait, yes, I loved the way she looked, but I wasn’t attracted to her. Why? I had just been dumped by a girl who made me feel like shit. (Apparently that is something else I love in a woman, the ability to fuck me over.) So she was my pledge “brother” and in fact, and this really describes most of my life, because I was the only one that didn’t want to get in her pants, we actually became really good friends. I’ve been told by the women that are my real close friends, they love me because I love them for who they are, that I listen real well and that I’m always there for them. So, since I was the only guy in the school where the male to female ratio was 6 to 1 not trying to date her, we became really good friends. I think I was her best friend at school and I really really enjoyed her company. Ironically, she wasn’t much of a drinker or smoker, and I did that way too much, but she still hung around with me, she just didn’t drink all that much or smoke all that much. She was smart, she tried to be witty and that made her awkwardness about it even more funny, she laughed at all my stupid jokes, stories etc., all the things a good friend does. I listened to her problems, kept the other idiots in the school away from her (something I did with my “little sister” Nancy when she was pledging) and generally was a good friend to her.

I’m not sure when I started falling in love with her. I love women, and generally when you become friends with them, I think part of you falls in love with them a little. I love all my friends, but because every guy thinks about what it would be like to fuck every woman he sees, even just for a fleeting back thought moment, something way back in my brain thought about what it would be like to make love to her. But at the time, she was dating someone. I have a straight moral rule of not messing with someone else’s girlfriend or messing around on a girl I am seeing. I think it was sometime around the national convention in Washington. It was the week between Christmas and New Years and the chapter was going down. Well, not the whole chapter. My smoking friend Steve, was kind of a moocher when it came to pretty much everything, food, weed, etc. He was good guy, just a bit of a moocher. But he loved to smoke and even though he mooched that also, it was the only thing he would also pay straight up for. And he would still share, that was how cool he was about smoking. So for the National, we were all supposed to go down, 4 of us were kinda the heavy smokers, so Steve had a surprise, he had been saving his money and bought about $200 worth of good weed. Enough for 4 guys to keep a nice buzz on for 4 days. 2 guys had to cancel at the last minute, so for 4 days, Steve and I had to smoke all that weed. I kinda don’t remember a lot of chunks of that time. (That wasn’t even an aside and it was long and rambling. I just like that funny story.)

Anyway, I had to go represent the Chapter in some frat business meeting and rule voting crap, so I couldn’t hang with Corinne a lot. We were staying in the same room though, it was she, another frat brother, Wai, and I. No other girls were in our chapter at the time and she felt most comfortable being with me. Wai was thrown in because no one else wanted the annoying little shit. There was just one giant king sized bed, and we somehow agreed to share it, although I was ready to sleep on the floor, Corinne insisted that I just jump in the middle. Feh. I was high and drunk all the time, so the first night that I somehow made it back to the room after god knows what I was drinking and smoking, I vaguely remember seeing Corinne sleeping on one side of the bed and Wai on the other. There was actually plenty of room in the middle so I said, ok, I dove in and promptly passed out. When I woke up in the morning, I looked over and Wai was on the floor sleeping and Corinne was snuggled up against me. Whoa, I slipped out and hit the shower, went to Steve’s room, smoked a couple of joints with him and wondered to myself if I did anything. I didn’t think I was that high. When I finally went back to the room to grab my notes for more rules meetings, they were both up, Corinne was showering, I asked Wai how he ended up on the floor. He said that sometime during the night, I turned over and basically shoved him on the floor. He was okay with it, he thought it was funny. Meanwhile, Corinne came out of the shower and heard what we were talking about and laughed along with us about how funny it was. I said I would hit the floor tonight, but Wai said he had no problem being on the floor and besides, he would be out drinking and partying tonight also. Corinne said that she didn’t mind sharing the bed with whoever. I said that the first two back in the room got the bed, that should just be the rule. They agreed. The next couple of nights were a little weird. I was out partying, drinking and smoking a lot. The hash brownies that this girl from another Chapter had boxes of also did not help. At one point, I apparently, and I hardly remember all but the last part, I saw one of my brothers sitting with a girl, sat down with them and proceeded to charm her away from him and take her back to her room. Nothing happened, she was leaving early in the morning and had to pack, I believe we fooled around a bit and then her roommate dragged her away and told her they had to get their stuff together for tomorrow. Anyway, every night I got back to the room, Wai was asleep on the floor and Corinne was in the bed. I woke Wai up once and told him to get in the bed and I think he said Corinne felt more comfortable in the bed with me. Now, that is both a comforting and disheartening statement to any guy. Basically, she felt so close to me, she had no problem sleeping in the same bed with me. On the other hand, she felt I was so harmless to her, she had no problem sleeping in the same bed with me. Anyway, one morning, we woke up and she was snuggled next to me again and my arm was over her. She sat up to stretch and I, for some reason, started rubbing her back. She just kept stretching. Then laid back down with my arm under her. Of course, then Wai woke up. We both sort of pulled ourselves together and got up and packed to go home. One other thing happened on the drive home. Our friends’ car broke down in Newark. It wouldn’t run anymore so we had to take the train home. On the train ride home, she basically slept on me. It was a comfortable feeling for me and apparently for her. When we got back to the city, we all went home.

Over the rest of the holiday, I couldn’t make heads or tails of what was happening. She surprised me and called me once. It was the most awkward conversation we ever had. When school started, I sort of threw myself into school and then heavy drinking during and after. I took to hanging out at the strip bar more and more, I was trying to figure out how I felt about her, and came to the conclusion that, yeah I was in love with her. It wasn’t just because she was pretty, it was because she was the first girl that got me. She didn’t care what kind of an idiot I was, but had absolutely no problem telling me what kind of an idiot I was. She knew when to humor me and when to be more stern. We didn’t like the same things but she never held that against me or tried to change me and I didn’t do the same to her, which I found out she loved also. She let me be excited about stupid things and I let her be excited about stupid things. We just got each other and let each other be whoever we were. So the fact that she was seeing someone else just ate away at me. So I avoided her, because I couldn’t tell her how I felt and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. Summer came and classes ended, I took extra classes at night while working extra hours. I met a real piece of work over the summer, Stacy, a nurse that just got divorced. We started dating and that went on for a bit. She was a mess and I tried to help but I was horribly distracted by Corinne. When I first saw her back from vacation, she had let her hair grow so it was past her shoulder, it was gorgeous. I almost threw up. We started talking and guess what, she broke up with the guy she was seeing. I said all the right things, she was fine, she wasn’t happy with him. Part of me was happy, but I was still seeing the other woman. And she was a real unstable chick that I wanted to break up with but couldn’t see a clean way to do without really screwing her up. As I was figuring that out, Corinne was actually making it pretty clear that she wanted to be with me. I couldn’t do anything about it because of my retarded sense of morality. It cracks me up because I used to have no problem doing some of the most despicable things one man can do to another man in a fight, but I can’t break up a relationship.

There was actually a moment one night when a couple of us went to dinner. It was some big dinner thingy, but before it, I got ridiculously loaded with my drinking buddy, Johnny. I think I did it because I couldn’t stand being near Corinne. I was in no shape to actually eat when it came time to go the restaurant, but Corinne didn’t care, she almost dragged/carried me to the restaurant. I was virtually drooling during the dinner, Johnny and I were idiots during dinner and I remember, through the whole thing, Corinne just laughed it off. She accepted me for the freaking idiot I was. When we left to go home, I somehow convinced Corinne to let me take her home. But as we were leaving the restaurant and passing the school, I realized I had to go to the bathroom badly, so did she. So we went in, I took my whiz and was waiting for her to come out and leaning against the wall, I almost fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, Corinne was standing right in front of me and her face was about three inches away. She was basically leaning into me. I don’t know what happened, maybe she scared me or something. I said let’s go and we took the train and then bus to her house. I never went to her house before, she invited me in. I was exhausted and hesitated at first but then went in. We went to her room and were relaxing on her bed. I was watching her television and turned and saw her watching me. We moved towards each other and I had her chin in my hand and I kissed her. So what did I do next? I got up and left. I had a fucking girlfriend at the time and it was wrong for me to fucking cheat on her. No matter how much this meant to me, how right it fucking felt, I couldn’t stay with Corinne, it would be wrong to that psycho bitch Stacy. I made some excuse, I had to leave and went home.

Corinne and I acted like nothing happened, I tried to leave Stacy, but she started the “I need you, you mean so much to me, I’m going through a rough time right now. Being the sucker that I am, I said it will be okay, I’m here for you, blah, blah, blah. I hated myself for not being able to be with Corinne. Now the funny happens. Thanksgiving comes and I have Thanksgiving with my family. Stacy has Thanksgiving with her ex. What the fuck? Apparently, since I was going to my families, and she felt insecure about going, and her ex also wasn’t going anywhere that day, they had Thanksgiving together. I KNOW. But I see a light there, so I start working the, what the fuck, if you want to be with him again, just say so. She says, no, you help me through so much, I want you. Fuck. Christmas comes, I actually work, don’t ask. She has Christmas with who? Yes, you know who. And she says they want to give it another shot, they were together so long, and they understand each other. I say, she likes the relationship where she gets mentally abused and told what to do. I swear he hit her also, but she would never admit it so I could never justify beating the shit out of the guy. But this is a wonderful moment for me. This means I can freely, conscious free, pursue Corinne. She went away with her girlfriends on some cruise thingy and I would see her when school started again.

School starts, I find her and am about to go for the serious talk. She tell me about the cruise, she met a guy from Long Island, a cop, and hey, they hit it off big time and are seriously dating right now. (I’m never going on a cruise by the way.) The rest of the school term was a banner semester for yours truly. I started drinking even more, my work didn’t suffer though, oddly enough, but I was getting bored with aerospace engineering. And then they announced they were raising next years already ridiculous tuition. I was barely making it with the partial scholarship, student loan, work, and the last of my savings. Oh yeah, they then sent me a letter telling me they were cutting my scholarship in half. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA. I quit school at the end of the term. This ends the retarded saga of that part of my life. There are plenty of other stories not involving Corinne, but that is not what this is about. It proved one thing to me above all else. My timing sucks. And that axiom has proven itself over and over in my life. And that’s what I started thinking about when I stopped drinking tonight. I continue to suck.





YOU SUCK

Holy Shit, I Finally Saw The Police, Or La Policia, RUN!

So, I haven't written in a long time, mainly because I haven't really felt like I had anything to say. I could also use the excuse that I have been really busy at work, which I sort of have. If things weren't piled on me, I would have other things that I had to take care of first before writing this blog. But of course, as I have always said, I am a master of procrastination when it comes to myself. So what brings me back here. I dunno, maybe I just wanted to record my thoughts on this so I can remember it one day while rereading this. Basically I wanted to talk about seeing the Police again during there reunion tour.

I went to see them on Aug.1 at Madison Square Garden. Now you have to understand, back in the day, I was/am a huge Police fan. I loved these guys from the minute I first heard them and own every album, a bunch of the 45s. This all serves for a ridiculous irony in my life. Because you see, on Aug.1, 2007, I saw the Police live for only the second time in my life. I find it hilarious, and until they reunited a bit embarrassing considering how much I loved them and loved seeing live bands back when I was younger. But the facts are that I never saw them live except once. Every time they came to America, it was inconvenient for me to see them, or I had something else happening that night. The last time I had a chance to see them, they were playing Giant stadium and the Go-Go's, another band I love, was opening for them. I kinda had something else I had to do, plus it was a bitch for me to get out to Giant Stadium in Jersey, so I figured I would just catch them the next time they came to the Garden. Then they broke up. Sucks for me. The only time I ever saw them live was in 1978. I was 13 and already a degenerate drunk. Clocking in at about 5'10" and around 220 pounds, I already pretty much looked 20-22 years old. So I had some bad friends back then that already were hanging out at clubs so I went with them On one such occasion, at CBGBs, I saw this new group from England called, The Police. I thought they were pretty cool, with this new sound that was underlying the new wave punk sound they were playing. I asked my friend about it and he said that was a reggae back beat. My first exposure to reggae oddly enough. I loved it and they caused me to go and seek out more reggae later on at the Bitter End (another club long gone now (boo hoo)), and the Bottom Line. They were crazy energetic, as most young bands were, but their lyrics and the sheer energy and intelligence in them made me take notice. I loved them from that point on, and when they said they were releasing an album here. I couldn't wait to get it.

And ironically, you know the rest, nearly 30 years later I got to see them live on stage again. I had heard that when the tour started, they sucked. They didn't sound cohesive enough, and Sting was allowed to change the arrangements and his vocals to reflect his solo work which is significantly jazz based. But everyone basically reported the exact same thing, after the negative reactions, they tightened up their arrangements and basically returned to form, after the first month, the reports were that they were sounding incredibly good and almost like the old Police. A few weeks later, the reports were that they were fantastic.

I was incredibly anxious to see them I was wondering about the reviews for the concerts. At the Grammys when they performed "Roxanne", they started great, but then Sting went into his drawn out jazz vocal solo and the song sort of sagged there. I've seen a bunch of their live performances on bootleg tapes. The Police were a great band live, one of the best kind that believe that they should play a song live, live, which means that you change the arrangements around so they don't bore yourself or the audience. You get the chance to make the song sound fresh and when you have amazing musicians as they are, you want to add and make the music grow when you play live. And the Police have always done that, they would take their songs, and not draw the song out so that it was like the Dead or Zeppelin and when you walked away and came back 15 minutes later, they were still jamming on the same song. They would take one of their songs, keep much of the basic rhythm and then change it up a bit, juice up the reggae or the rock, fill out the bass more, mess with the percussions, and most importantly, Sting may change the inflections of his voice. Sting's voice being the actual fourth instrument in the second best power trio that ever lived. The best being Rush of course. (We were joking and someone said that Geddy Lee, like Sting, still sounded exactly the same. I said, yeah, but Sting actually still looks like himself with less hair, but Geddy went from looking like an ugly little girl to an ugly old woman.) But I digress. The best example is, of course, "Every Breath You Take". It's well known that when you seriously read the lyrics, the song is the stalker national anthem. And Sting meant it, half of Synchronicity is dedicated to his divorce and him both wanting and hating his ex. Unfortunately, the by product of Sting's weird falsetto and his love of using big SAT words and phrases is that people don't hear or understand most of his lyrics. ("How my poor heart aches" becomes "I'm your pool hall ace". Sad but true, don't lie, you know you thought it was that or something similar.) And when you listen to the studio version, it's a dark, tension filled song. But because it is an amazing song and the chorus is the only verse that is completely understandable, ridiculous amounts of people thought it was a serious love song about dedication. I read that Sting couldn't stop laughing about that, but realized people loved that song so much, they couldn't see it for what he originally intended. So, in concert, Sting changes the song completely. The basic beat is there, but he speeds the arrangement up a half beat, tones the bass down and he sings the song with a smile, completely different inflections and a lighter tone, so that it is now a love song with slightly weird lyrics. (I believe he's smiling and laughing because he still loves the irony of an angry stalker song being a love song at a wedding.) So my point is that The Police live, from the tapes I've seen, are a different experience live. I've always contended that if you want to hear the song the way it was played on the record, just stay home, put the record on, and take the album cover and move it from side to side. You'll save money.

So when my friend Stephanie and I finally went to see them, the opening band was Fiction Plane. Who is Fiction Plane you ask. Fiction Plane is Sting's son, Joe Sumner's band. I just wanted to note this because I read about an interview with him, where he didn't want to be associated with his father, he didn't want to use that as a way to get noticed. Unfortunately, when you play bass in a power trio and your live voice sounds like Sting with a bit more bass, well........ you might want to learn piano and add some more guitars. Their songs also sound like the lost Police songs. Police songs if they didn't have the reggae influence and more rock. Anyway, just wanted to mention that.

When the Police did finally come on, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. It was almost everything I waited for. They were so far from that raw little punk band that I saw playing the shitty stage of CBGBs, where they looked like three blonde chicks hopping around. They were a tight cohesive unit. And of course the arena was filled by just the three of them. You can literally go on about just what amazing musicians these three men are. Sting's voice and his bass filled every nook and cranny of the songs. Andy Summers played the guitar as well as any of the rock gods out there. (Amazing for a man that will be collecting Social Security in December. Yes, he's a year older than Keith Richards. Or as Steffa would say, amazing until you see the neck flap under his chin. (wince) You wouldn't have known that he had only been putting out jazz, fusion and progressive guitar albums out for 15 years with Robert Fripp.) And Stewart Copeland. His performance should remind everyone that he is pretty much one of the most influential drummers in the last 25 years. (Unfortunately, when I went to see them on Friday, someone pointed out that he looked disturbingly a lot like John Kerry.) I don't say much about Sting because, well, he's Sting. Every song was a subtle or not so subtle rearrangement of most of their classic songs and some of their lesser heard early songs. They only played 2 hours, and there was at least one or two songs that they didn't play that they could have. But by the time they finished, every 40+ year old there was tired from screaming and singing along. (Hilariously, Sting wouldn't finish verses for some songs because the audience singing along filled the ends out nicely.) But they really gave you everything that you wanted. I'm not going to go on much more, just that the chance to see them is worth it. Below, you'll find the set list from Aug. 1, 2007 at MSG. Some songs will surely surprise.

My final thoughts are that I'm retarded for having waited so long to see them again. But unlike Zeppelin, where Bonham died, so there was never a chance, I at least got to see the finally and I at least found a little happiness. Something actually went my way for once.

ODD SIDE NOTES:
I went again on Friday, Aug.3, I didn't have tickets but my friend Ernesto, whom I am eternally grateful, had an extra ticket for the Cablevision suite in the Garden, so I saw them from a Skybox eating chicken wings, chicken quesadillas and drinking beer. The energy was different in the Skybox, in the arena, everyone is together and feeling the same energy. In the box, you are high and detached somewhat. A few of us still really got into it and enjoyed the hell out of it, but a number of the jaded sales guys in there were going on afterwards about how they had no energy, no chemistry, you could tell they hated each other, everything every person that has seen them recently has not said. Of course, they were all too busy trying to drink as much of the free alcohol as possible and hitting on these two blondes that they found in the hallway. I noticed that one of the sales guys' wedding ring was conveniently missing and that he was staying at his friends place that night.

My friend Stephanie and I were desperately trying to get tickets when they were first announced. We couldn't get tickets for our lives. We were so angry and sad. The company then had their lottery for the two shows. Steffa and I both threw our names in the lottery and I asked my friend Marilyn also to throw her name in. They then announced that the Police would be performing on Oct. 31 at the Garden for one more show. The day those tickets went on sale, Stef and I tried and she got through and we got seats for Oct. 31. The company then sent out the winners of the lottery (with the great prize that you get to the chance to buy seats for the concert, at no discount but only a slightly lesser service charge than Ticketmaster). Everyone won. Stef got seats, Marilyn got seats, I got seats. We went from no seats to 4 sets of tickets. Marilyn ended up selling her seats to one of the sales guys and I sold my seats to one of our friends, Jeff. Stef and I agreed to go together on Wednesday, their first show in NYC and we would hold on to the Halloween tickets and see if we wanted to go. On Wednesday, at dinner, Stef said that she really wasn't sure about Halloween and probably wouldn't go. I was pretty sure that I would go, so she said that I could have the ticket and take someone else. I tried to convince her, joking she had to come whether she liked it or not. After the show, during which Stef actually zoned out and I think she fell in love with Sting, she claims Stewart, she said she was going to the Halloween show. I said, no, you didn't want to go, I'm taking the ticket. She would probably smack me if I try to keep that ticket from her.

Finally, after seeing all the fans at the concert, Stef and I each had a good comment.
Stef: Look at that sea of bald heads.
Me: I can honestly say I'm one of the best looking 40 year old here.


MSG, Aug.1 Set List
Intro Song Over PA - Get Up, Stand Up (Bob Marley)
1. Message In A Bottle
2. Synchronicity II
3. Walking On The Moon
4. Voices Inside My Head/When The World Is Running Down…
5. Don’t Stand So Close To Me
6. Driven To Tears
7. Truth Hits Everybody
8. Bed’s Too Big Without You
9. Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
10. Wrapped Around My Finger
11. De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da
12. Inivisible Sun
13. Walking In Your Footsteps
14. I Can’t Stand Losing You
15. Roxanne (end set)

First Encore
16. King of Pain
17. So Loneley
18. Every Breath You Take

Second Encore
19. Next To You