And then you whisper in my ear. I know what you’re doing here. So come on, come on, come on...
The Killers show was AWESOME. I had expected them to be mediocre at best since their stint on SNL was so horrible, but they delivered and I enjoyed thoroughly. Brandon Flowers hams it up live just like he does in the videos with a bit of grandiose movement here and there.
They played all the expected hits as well as some great new material that I am annoyed that I’ll probably never hear again until the next album is released. One song had this very Duran Duran meets James Bond sound to it (which that has happened before and I am now just thinking The Killers should be the ones to do the next James Bond theme. They were made for that role).
They did a rendition of 'Indie Rock And Roll' that blew the recorded track away.
Gave whole new appreciation for some of the album tracks I hadn’t particularly felt as crazy about.
'Smile Like You Mean It', one of my absolute favorites... I am pretty sure that is the song he held out the opening notes on the keyboard for and had everyone at the edge of climax waiting for it to begin.
The encore started with 'Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine' and I have never loved that song more than that moment. The whole house went ape shit.
My only regrets are that they didn’t do 'Believe Me Natalie' which some straight guy on the way out was also whining about. It’s such a great song. I would have loved to heard it live.
The light show was great. Brandon’s outfit and make-up... Flawless. (Did I really just say that?)
Other thoughts on the show:
Bono was in attendance. All the people in the very front started chanting when the lights came on and Rockwell looked up and saw Bono discretely exiting out through a curtain in the balcony. Makes sense since U2 is in town. Of course, from the Spin article I read, The Killers made it sound like Bono didn’t care much for them.
My one main gripe with every concert: Women. I don’t hate all women. Just certain kinds. The kinds that go to the concerts I go to. The kinds that scream and holler from hundreds of feet from the stage and wave like the lead singer is going to even notice or give a shit. Skanky, slinky tubetops and ball-less boyfriends. Mr. Peepers and I surmised it was a prerequisite for any dating couple on the north side that the women be able to overpower and beat the shit out of their men. Which, from the general stock quality is not difficult, since most north side men are Metrosexual-homo-wannabes anyway.
Tall people. Any general admission show I go to, these 6’3” people always push their way in front. Why? Why the fuck do you apes need to be in front and block everyone’s view? And they always push through right when the show starts like thirsty giraffes edging towards a watering hole.
Did I mention skanky women?
All ages shows. Interesting. How many mommies were out in front with their mini-vans when the shoe ended to pick up the fetuses all around us.
I loved the show. I just wish I could have seen more than 48% of the stage at any one time and 52% of the backs of two different guy's heads. I was a prick and hollered right into the guys ear in front of me after every song since him and his skank, mall-haired cunt edged their way in front of us right before the show started. Fuckers.
Fantastic though. Fantastic show.
Now for the difficult task of removing twenty jelly bracelets.
They played all the expected hits as well as some great new material that I am annoyed that I’ll probably never hear again until the next album is released. One song had this very Duran Duran meets James Bond sound to it (which that has happened before and I am now just thinking The Killers should be the ones to do the next James Bond theme. They were made for that role).
They did a rendition of 'Indie Rock And Roll' that blew the recorded track away.
Gave whole new appreciation for some of the album tracks I hadn’t particularly felt as crazy about.
'Smile Like You Mean It', one of my absolute favorites... I am pretty sure that is the song he held out the opening notes on the keyboard for and had everyone at the edge of climax waiting for it to begin.
The encore started with 'Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine' and I have never loved that song more than that moment. The whole house went ape shit.
My only regrets are that they didn’t do 'Believe Me Natalie' which some straight guy on the way out was also whining about. It’s such a great song. I would have loved to heard it live.
The light show was great. Brandon’s outfit and make-up... Flawless. (Did I really just say that?)
Other thoughts on the show:
Bono was in attendance. All the people in the very front started chanting when the lights came on and Rockwell looked up and saw Bono discretely exiting out through a curtain in the balcony. Makes sense since U2 is in town. Of course, from the Spin article I read, The Killers made it sound like Bono didn’t care much for them.
My one main gripe with every concert: Women. I don’t hate all women. Just certain kinds. The kinds that go to the concerts I go to. The kinds that scream and holler from hundreds of feet from the stage and wave like the lead singer is going to even notice or give a shit. Skanky, slinky tubetops and ball-less boyfriends. Mr. Peepers and I surmised it was a prerequisite for any dating couple on the north side that the women be able to overpower and beat the shit out of their men. Which, from the general stock quality is not difficult, since most north side men are Metrosexual-homo-wannabes anyway.
Tall people. Any general admission show I go to, these 6’3” people always push their way in front. Why? Why the fuck do you apes need to be in front and block everyone’s view? And they always push through right when the show starts like thirsty giraffes edging towards a watering hole.
Did I mention skanky women?
All ages shows. Interesting. How many mommies were out in front with their mini-vans when the shoe ended to pick up the fetuses all around us.
I loved the show. I just wish I could have seen more than 48% of the stage at any one time and 52% of the backs of two different guy's heads. I was a prick and hollered right into the guys ear in front of me after every song since him and his skank, mall-haired cunt edged their way in front of us right before the show started. Fuckers.
Fantastic though. Fantastic show.
Now for the difficult task of removing twenty jelly bracelets.