The Killers At Webster Hall Friday Night

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, “I LOVE THE KILLERS!”

Let me just say that the show was great. Lots of new songs that sounded amazing mixed in with about half of their first album.

The show started off with the roadies having forgotten to turn on the keyboards. Oops!

First two songs were brand new, then an oldie, then new stuff, then oldies, then new, then oldies etc. Song after song was great, despite the small onstage nonverbal bickering that Brandon and the guitarist had over the guitarist missing two song cues – and that’s why they were at Webster Hall, to work out the kinks.

Brandon and the drummer had great stage presence, and I will go out on a limb and say that the Killers just very well may be the modern day Queen.

When the crowd was beginning to sing, “I got soul, but I’m not a soldier”, Brandon said, “Let me hear all your beautiful New York voices.” He seemed honest in what he said. While I normally don’t hear the accents, it made me wonder how all the many cities sound when they sing along to that chorus.

Right before the end of their set I could see a flurry of activity of security near the front of the gates at the stage. Since the crowd had been rather mellow the entire show I couldn’t imagine that there was a fight of some sort. Then I see a silhouette of a bouncer carrying who I think was one of the Asian girls who pushed their way past me earlier in the show, she was out cold. It was a Kevin Costner moment. Sucks for her since she missed a good encore. The encore was a three song set, two new ones, and then they finished with Mr. Brightside. Which was the song that had the crowd most into the show.

Brandon thanked everyone again, then he, the guitarist, and bass player all left the stage. The drummer came down tossed both his sticks out to the crowd, gave everyone multiple salutes, and they fired a pistol made out of his thumb and index finger. Ms. Cheese and I particularly enjoyed watching him play, since he was so into it, and made funny faces almost the entire time.

After the lights came up Ms. Cheese and made out to “I see skies to blue…” and I didn’t want to leave yet. I wanted to take something else from this wonderful experience. I wanted Ms. Cheese to use her female skills and get a drumstick for me from a roadie. She did not want any part of that. So, after a few moments, I made the move to butter up the roadie for something. I could see that a girl already had the towel Brandon used; set lists were gone, guitar picks were scooped up already.

What was left that I could obtain?

I saw drumsticks, and bottled water. The roadie seemed as though he would not give anything that cost a dime.
So I shouted out, “Hey could you give me an open bottle of water?”

The roadie stopped in his tracks, and looked slightly confused for a spilt second, and said, “Sure.” Fans shouted, “Huh?” The roadie said, “It’s only water.” Then gave me the bottle that Brandon had drank half of. The girls to my left realized that there was more gold on stage, and all of them began shouting for water. I was then able to leave even happier.

Now this bottle sits on my TV stand, and I’m not sure what I’ll do with it, and I probably wouldn’t have cared to get one if the show had tickets, but it didn’t. It was a ticketless show. When I finally got downstairs to the street I also got a free goat sticker of the Killers.

The show was good, and had I heard the new album, it most likely would have been even better. I can’t wait to see them again.

Side notes:
1- While I have no evidence of this, nor am I implying that he actually is, it would not surprise me the least to find out that Brandon Flowers is into dudes. I even commented to Ms. Cheese, “See that tall guy, he has a better chance at getting the lead singer than all these screaming girls.” I might have the scoop on this one, and it may be years to find out if I am correct, or I might be way wrong.
2- I think I spotted the EVIDIOT at the bar in the back of the main room. I asked the girl who he just gave a drink to if her friends name was Chris. Her reply was that he wasn’t her friend. Rather than try to explain that I saw the two of them conversing and the handing of a drink over, I just walked away. Still not sure if it was him or not.

Regards,
Beehive