I like pop music, and were I a teenage girl I would have at least six more posters of Brandon Flowers in my bedroom. I like and love Brandon and his band, The Killers, and was lucky enough to see them perform last night in Chicago.

For a group that is referred to as a “singles band,” a slight slight meaning that you can only count on them for having one or two good songs per album, The Killers played sixteen true bangers to about 10,000 people who knew all the words and were jumping up and down the whole time. When you consider that they only have three albums, a usual two singles per, the math alone makes it hard for this follower of Flowers to believe the slight.

I like pop art, and if I were a house wife in the 1940s I would want at least six prints by Norman Rockwell hanging or sitting around in my living room, kitchen, and study. While I probably wouldn’t care for the way Norman looks, I would probably love the brief but good feelings his work stirs in me while I struggle with money and watch the world try to tear itself apart. Read the rest of this entry »

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