it was only a kiss … (from Mr. Brightside)
May 13, 2009 § 22 Comments
I fell in love with a singing group a while back. I dont’ know them, don’t know what they look like. I couldn’t pick them out of a crowd if they were standing there 10 feet away. But when I hear them, I know them immediately. They are The Killers. A harsh name, maybe but we’ve all become rather immune to group names. As tasteless or thoughtless or crass at they might seem, they”got name.”
Death Cab for Cutie. Rancid. Anti-flag. Nine Inch Nails. The Dead Kennedys. Hoobastank. Jimmy Eat World. Finger Eleven. Def Leppard. Sex Pistols.
You can’t dis ’em for their names.
The Killers got me, stopped me in my tracks with their song Mr. Brightside. I don’t know why. I was driving down a country road first time I heard ’em. I couldn’t tell you the words, not all of them.I mean, I hear their words, I follow their stories. But overall, I respond to the music, the notes, the harmony, the counterpoint, the rhythm.
Yes, I sing in my car, listening to stuff I like. And half the time I fake the words. I go for the notes.
Laylou’s boyfriend burned their first CD for me. And then they gave me the new Killers CD (Day and Age) in March.
It has become my morning go-to-work anthem- yup, the entire CD.
I do not tire of it.
Be glad, be very very glad you do not have to ride with me anywhere.
On their new CD, DAY AND AGE, there’s a song (what’s the name of it? I dunno for sure) but I sing along every time and yes! I’m learning the words. Because for some reason they make some sense to me. It’s the line “Are we human or are we dancer?”
I think I get it. And I like what I get from it.
And I like the “what if’s” it puts in mind.
Last week, Laylou and Irish went to a Killers concert.
I didn’t even know the band was in town. (What kind of fan am I?)
Maybe you could get me a sticker? I asked Laylou.
Sure, she said.
The next day: Were theyselling stickers or decals? Were you able to get one for me?
Nope, she said. They had nothing. Only really expensive tee shirts. And we weren’t planning to get tee shirts.
Oh, I said. Did you get any “merch” at all? (I learned “merch” last year when Emily (my BFF’s daughter) and her band stayed at our house on their USA tour. )
No, Mom. (impatient tone.) It was too crowded and too expensive and we didn’t get anything.
OK, no, that’s ok, I said. I mean, I have two of their CDs.
Action: cooking and talking, me, the kids, HM and my Mom.
There was a brown bag on the table.
It’s for you, Laylou said.
I opened it and did the proverbial sudden intake of breath.
A tee shirt. A Killers tee shirt.
I know – music can be intensely personal. It’s surprising what we all like and don’t like. Actually, I love pretty much all music though I have a lot to learn in terms of embracing Country. I’m sure if I had to shovel out a stall or run a barrel race, Country would totally work for me.
In the meantime, right now, it’s The Killers, a band from I don’t know where. I know they’re pop rock. Snarl tells me they’re “commercial.” Well, fine.
They take me places I can’t get to on my own in the morning on my commute. They make for a cool ride.