the killers, vector arena auckland, 8 april 2009

i am prone to hyperbole. which is part of my charm. but honestly, it is a serious personality flaw when it comes to finding the words to tell you just how lifechangingly awesome the killers were on wednesday night. the greatest night of my life.



every detail is important. we arrived at vector arena about eight, in time to get some lukewarm fries before the checks went on stage. i thought the checks were awesome. energetic, getting me in the mood. and accepting that the (few) people were there for the killers without getting all bitter about it.

the checks ended and i admired my perch - a judder bar of sorts half way into the general admissions area. it gave me an extra two inches in height, which made all the difference. that plus the fact i had a man on crutches in front of me and a man on crutches behind me, effectively acting as a forcefield.

after about half an hour the lights dimmed and out blares HUMAN. and i catch my first glimpse of *brandon*. now, i've seen the killers before. and i thought i wouldn't possibly feel that way again. WRONG.


i still think brandon (here pictured beside the drummer) sounds better in real life. i still think that the killers write the best song (in my favourite style: narrative). the camp vegas styles still delight me (fake palms!). and i would still, definitely, turn mormon.

during bling (confessions of a killer) as brandon pumped his fists i just about passed out from awesome. then as he dedicated a song to all the sexy ladies i started to fantasise about what pick up lines i would use on brandon (hint: they were all embarrassing).

i've found day and age a grower and awesome. my brother on the other hand claims the killers are dead to him now. so i texted him part way through to tell him he is entirely wrong. the new stuff was awesome live. the sax solos were the icing on the cake. he remains unconvinced, but then he's a loser.

it was all so good and i could seriously talk about it forever, like how for the encore they asked us if we wanted to hear losing touch. so fucking endearing. i said yes, but secretly wanted to know if this meant no neon tiger. which i think it must have because, hello the only stink thing (apart from the fact that it didn't go on for eternity) was that they didn't play my favourite song from the new album. in fact they didn't play my favourite song from sam's town either (this river is wild). but then all of this is just helping to justify me seeing them again at some point. when i've calmed down. which at this stage i don't think will ever happen.

anyway, the encore. mr brightside. i nearly cried....




me for brandon flowers forever. and ever. and ever.