GIDEON’S TRAVELS
Not since the early ’80s, when the Police contentiously disbanded over power issues, has Sting
worked in true collaboration. It’s been required, with
Logan and the rest of the play’s creators, who spent
months getting inside his songs, reworking the narrative, honing the work in his New York studio, in
rehearsal, and in previews in Chicago, where I saw
Logan and Mantello feverishly making notes during intermission, always critiquing and evolving the
show. As Sting freely admits, he’s used to being the
boss, and it’s been a revelatory process not to be.
Schenker says wryly, “I think he’s enjoyed being
told what to do for once.” And it’s not like Logan
has a history of holding back: When he met Stephen
Sondheim to adapt Sweeney Todd for the screen, the
first thing he told the composer was, “This score is your
As Sting says, “I’ve learned from him about kill-
ing your babies,” often songs or even entire charac-
ters he’s fought for. “For me, it’s both comforting
and slightly disconcerting to have people say it isn’t
working.” In the show, Gideon meets a rival for his
love interest, the girl he left behind. Sting wrote
the character, Arthur, as an older man, wise and
spry. Logan and Mantello told him, Sting says,
“The woman loving him isn’t convincing if he’s
not attractive.” Not attractive? “I wrote Arthur as
a character like myself—and not only was I being
thrown out” for a younger character, “but I had to
write a song for him.”
Of course Sting’s true avatar in the play is a
young man himself, the prodigal Gideon. Pushed to
recognize the chain of similarities between himself
and his protagonist, he widens his eyes, stunned
for a moment.
“Perhaps it was unconscious, writing myself into
it. But look what I did, giving him the name Gideon—
like Gordon!” the name he abandoned along with
Wallsend. (The line in the play “cursed me with a
wanker’s name from birth!” suggests it may have
been slightly more than unconscious.)
Now imagine playing that avatar, and singing the
semi-autobiographical scenes of a man so anxious to
put his own voice to them that he can barely contain
Singing
Someone’S
muSic for
that perSon
iS a Strange
experience.
the Self-con-
SciouSneSS
comeS and
goeS.”
—michael eSper