I was looking forward to The Killers in Singapore this Sunday. I really was. I mean, when I was first asked to go, I only heard, like, one song from them (the "I got soul but I'm not a soldier" one, which remains one of the best-loved lines in a song that is also utterly meaningless), but I thought, okay, why not? I then spent the next month-plus listening to all their albums and memorising their lyrics so that I wouldn't look out of place in a mosh pit. I worked hard at it. Then, after two weeks of tiring production work in KL, I have a whole weekend in Singapore plus my first concert in years! Yay, right?
The gods, they mock me.
All sorts of rumours are flying about right now, and I know a lot of people who are literally in tears about this. Me, I was disappointed at first. Now I'm just pissed. Fuck you, Killers, The. I hope you lot get caught with a ton of drugs and have to do Celebrity Rehab or something. (I'm well into the second stage of grief, as you can tell.)
Meanwhile, I guess this is the closest I'll ever get to a Killers gig:
Sigh.
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