I knew a gal who was unmatched in her adoration of Sting. Her love of The Police’s frontman was so intense, in fact, that I believe even Sting himself was aware of it, and was embarrassed by it.
She made an annual habit of buying every single album he has ever been associated with, even marginally. He once wrote her a letter of thanks, saying that courtesy of her buying habits, “this year I was able to afford to purchase my yacht in time for the Regatta de Blanc.”
In order to accommodate this regular buying habit, she cleared out all the existing albums she already owned. The only exceptions she made were for the rare first pressings and cover misprints that she had managed to find, which were enshrined in a special case. The rest, though, would go out piece by piece as she bought newer copies of each album.
She called this process her “Sting cleaning.”
