I like Sting's music. I watched the concert he did on 9/11/01 and enjoyed it immensely. He had almost as much self-marketing crap on the disc, also, as music. Hey Sting, we don't care about the building of your sound studio. I don't need to see you give big, girly, hugs to the members of your band. It does not thrill me to see you barefoot playing guitar in your hallway. I could care less about your interactions with people that make you feel like a mini-God. Get over yourself. Sing the songs and shut the F**K up. Don't sell us on how much you can buy or how much others love you. GET OVER YOURSELF. Sting would never have sex with a woman that didn't scream his name at a pitch only he could appreciate.Not enough music for me on this disc. However, more shameless plugging to stroke his humungous ego.