Who's He Kidding?
I was really into Sting and the Police and bought all the albums and all the best-of's etc. Sting started to go a little south on me in the late 90's and I started to not really understand him that much. But now I feel like I haven't been paying attention because I think he went off the deep end. He never ceases to surprise me with his weirdness:

In the early 1980s, Sting was first introduced to the music of John Dowland and
has confessed that his music has been "gently haunting" him for more than twenty
years. "About two years ago my long-time guitarist, Dominic Miller, gave me a
gift that he'd had made for me, a lute -- a sixteenth-century instrument with
lots of strings. I became fascinated with it and immersed myself in lute music.
It rekindled an interest I've had for a long time in the works of John Dowland,
who wrote a number of fantastic lute songs. Dowland was really the first English
singer/songwriter that we know of and so many of us owe our living to this man."

I guess it's just what happens when these people get so fabulously wealthy. That's what money does. Who has time to immerse themselves in lute music? I don't know if he thinks he's relevant or if he even cares but I imagine he thinks (like Madonna probably thinks) that he's still "down to earth" and still in touch with what he was like when he was younger and that he's just pursuing music the same way he always did but there's a certain amount of corruption to it, you know what I mean? The way being cloistered on some huge estate in the English countryside, wandering around stuffy rooms, diddling away on increasingly obscure instruments, twisting yourself up into yoga positions, feeling like you're so "centered" because you've checked every box on your self-actualization to-do list, can make you pale-skinned and atrophied like some eel at the bottom of the ocean that doesn't need its eyes anymore.