I don't think I could possibly be any busier at the moment, but I also feel like I've been slacking on my blog as of late due to the sheer amount of work that has been consuming me. I am pretty much on at Moonshine four nights a week these days and my freelance work is increasing ... which is GREAT, but I guess when it rains it floods. That said, I wanted to post something given the essence of time, so I decided to post this exciting announcement about The Killers going on tour again this fall (see link below).

As many of you know, The Killers are one of my favorite bands, despite their shiny, pop flair (which makes them good) and that self-important sense of ego (which makes them great). They are wonderful to see live and I am very excited that are making an appearance in Chicago exactely ONE MONTH before my birtday (to the day!) I will get tickets for the show, some way, some how and consider it an early b-day to myself.

The last time I attended a show of their's in Milwaukee was on May 11, 2005. While the show was great (not as good as the one I saw in Sept. 2004, maybe because the venue was large), I remember getting completed shit-canned thanks to a friday night after party session in my friend James' studio and early morning vodka and OJs with my friend Faraz. Then there were the pre-show vodka lemonades with Becky, Jameson, flask-drinking antics at the show and vodka dirty martinis with Faraz (again) after the show. I also went to Metro at some point with Dori and drank fruity martinis.

No, I did not vomit.

I did, however, end up on the Killers' tour bus at 3 am talking to Brandon Flowers about The Cars. Maybe it was the fact that I told him I was a journalist, but he wouldn't stop talking about how the music that The Killers were doing was so different from all of the copy cats flooding the music scene. He said that the guys from Secret Machines were assholes. I also told him that the first chords in the albums #7 track "On Top" were plucked from OMD's "Messages." (It's true. They sound identical!) I think he got pissed at me, but he denied it. I remember he was wearing these boat shoes and pegged pants and some blonde chick wearing a pink shirt was all over his junk in the most inconspicious way. I saw them disappear for a while while I talked with drummer Ronnie Vanucci in the back of the bus about ...I'm not really sure, I don't remember. There was an Asian chick with us. I think it was something involving the notion of sex ... whatever it was, I remember it being funny and I was entertained by Mr. Vanucci's style. The bassist and guitarists didn't say much at. They kind of lurched around the bus like these dispondent wearwolves. And this really annoying roady-dude who was playing frisbee in Rave parking lot wouldn't stop giving me shit. I DO remember that. He was tall, and thin, and a geniuine arse, from what I recall.

I think I told him off, because at that point I was WASTED and had called Faraz 17 times because he was supposed to have picked me up before I even wound up on The Killers' tour bus. I told him if he didn't call me back, there would be "Hell to pay! Hell to pay! Hell to pay!" He saved the message and promised he would sample the line in a track one day. I am still waiting for my own moment of fame.

The Killers go on North American rampage