All the pretty faces...

Not enough to do at work...

It's strange how quickly feelings can come back. Maybe that is why I don't like winter. The air feels totally like fall today--it's cold, in other words. And I've been listening to the Killers again for pretty much the past two days straight. If there is anything that reminds me of Los Angeles, for some reason it's the Killers and the first breath of cold air in the fall. It makes me miss the city more than almost anything else. I've had my love/not so love relationship w/ Flowers & Co. I could never make myself love Sam's Town as much as I wanted to. I like it, sometimes significantly, and the emotional baggage that goes with the Killers makes me like it that much more. And let's be honest, sometimes Mr. Flowers can be a dick. Especially considering how much I love Panic at the Disco. I just read an interesting interview he did with NME, though, and it made me thoughtful for him again. Plus, I do still love their music. Dick or not.

So, I distinctly remember driving into the parking garage at my apartment building in los angeles, and hearing Somebody Told Me on the radio (this would have been July circa 2004). I'd heard it before, and I thought it was really catchy, but for some reason I just clearly remember this time, thinking "I LOVE this song. I HAVE to get these guys' album." And thus it was born. It's one of those random, vivid memories, and it makes me nostalgic.

That to the right is my apartment building in L.A., the Metropolitan. I didn't actually live where that red line is pointing--but I lived about there, only facing the other side. I looked out towards Beverly Hills and Hollywood. Sigh.

I usually don't like to talk about it.

"Another head aches, another heart breaks

I am so much older than I can take

And my affection, well it comes and goes

I need direction to perfection, no no no no, help me out."

--Brandon Flowers