I hope my buddy six doesn’t take offense that I’m posting an email he sent, but I’m just itching to share another perspective on the downfall of Gordon Sumner:

“I have long been what one might call a follower of Sting. For me, the DE-crowning moment came during the “We’re pissed at the Divas” concert, or more popularly referred to as “Men Strike Back” when he actually sang a Backstreet Boys song with them. Pure embarrassment for me, as I had only hours earlier been dissecting “Ten Sumner’s Tales” with my wife. We were discussing the finer social points he was making, and she was telling me I should take artists and their music less seriously, to which I vehemently argued that were it not for artists like Sting(k), we would be left with nothing but powdery pop dribble such as NSync. You can only imagine the crow I had to eat as Sting(k) pranced around onstage in his super hip leather pants crooning a Backstreet Boys tune. I doubt she will let me live it down anytime soon. Yeck. Oh my Sting, what has happened to thee?”

I wonder how many more of his fans are similarly disappointed. (Frankly, I think Stink just digs on nubile teenage girls and is doing everything he can to appeal to them.)

Yes, six, our loyalty was for naught. Now if only I can get you to stop referring to him as “Sting(k)” and address him by his rightly-knighted name, Stink, then you will surely be with me on the road to recovery.