Poor Mojo's Two Minute Hate

Sir Gordon Summer is at again. Oh wait a minute. He’s not a knight he only acts like one. Lets start with a disclosure. Everyone who knows me knows one thing. That my adoration of Police is matched only by my abhorrence of Sting. Granted there are so many reasons to hate the ass, from his legendary arrogance to his sharing with us his marathon 5-hour tantric sex episodes (TMI, buddy) to the Brand New Day album. But what truly made him my enemy was that he started it first.

1987. Rolling Stone’s 20th Anniversary issue. Sting declares that Rock and roll is dead and there is nothing rebellious about it anymore. In that one instant Sting declared himself an enemy of rock and roll and an enemy of me.