The Killers

I was probably too drunk to arrive on time. But I couldn’t wait to get in. I looked my cigarette and decided that it just wasn’t worth another drag. I put it out and we started to head for the stadium. Yeah, I said it… Stadium. Not even a real stadium, one of those stupid stadiums on college grounds where there are flyers for Joe Schmoe’s party after the show. Maybe the first band had played, I didn’t know. I got lost coming here, I don’t like colleges. It’s why I don’t go.

The Rapture came on and the sound of the dumb ass cow bell made my head hurt worse than ever. Me thinks The Rapture should get off the stage and go “experiment with their sound” a little more. I hate cow bells. This isn’t blue oyster cult. Nobody else likes this crap. Except the girl who is sitting in front of us. In the nose bleed seats. The ones where you don’t really feel all that connected with the band. This girl feels more than connected she is connected enough for the rest of us and continues to scream and sing along to the stupid songs that come from The Rapture. There is no smoking in the stadium, I smell pot.

Finally, my head stops pounding because the crappy band has left the stage. The girl who is sitting in front of us finally stops having seizures and yes for a moment I ponder her death. It’s not her fault really that she likes crappy music. It’s all of her friends and the first person who ever told her to download that one **REALLY** cool The Rapture song..

Crappy music is subjective really, I mean, I’m here to see The Killers. So, I am in no place to be shouting around my theoreticals on taste of music but… The Killers are better than The Rapture. Nobody convulses when The Killers come on stage. They just scream.

In was a pretty good venue with a horrible set. They should have played their bigger hits later instead of a big clump. there was definitely a climactic moment when their most famous of their new songs came on, words I didn’t even know. The the noise level rose quite a bit while all the fourteen year olds held their friends hand and jumped up and down like an NSYNC concert. And Brandon Flowers stole the limelight, nothing was shared, it was obvious that he was the lead and would much rather the band be called Flowers and inc.

The encore was horrible, I left, I was pissed, disappointed even. They had let me down. There were too many little girls waving their hands in the air singing along to Bones. There were too many middle aged women stealing the beer and pushing their boobs out to Mr. Brightside. I couldn’t get over it. The whole evening was ruined. I’m pretty sure I saw a prostitute too. She was checking me out.