"A little bit of this. A little bit of that. A pot, a pan, a broom, a hat. . ."—Anatevka, "Fiddler on the Roof."
This is a blog about everything and nothing. A little parenting, a little humor, some poetry, news, essays, a lot of music. I don't want to waste your time, just send positive vibes into the blogosphere.
Oh, yeah, my name is Sarah Torribio. Enough about me, how are you?
Showing posts with label brandon flowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label brandon flowers. Show all posts
"Quiet Town" by The Killers is gut-wrenching. I can't tell you how many people I've met with fresh wounds from a young adult child dying from overdose of opioids and/or other prescription drugs.
This is Bruce Springsteen-level balladry by the Killers and in fact Brandon Flowers and Bruce Springsteen share a duet in recent release "A Dustland Fairtytale." It's off the band's latest album, Pressure Machine.
You can't tell me Brian Eno didn't have a hand in "Fire In Bone"— a 2020 single from Imploding the Mirage, the' sixth studio album by The Killers—if only via inspiration. I could look it up, but sometimes a gal's just too tired to Wikipedia.
My song of the day also follows a now-familiar pattern, in which the Killers purposely straddle myriad eras. You can hear it in the rollicking rock 'n roll wild west romp that is Sam's Town and in the disco-kissed flavor of a number of subsequent songs.
A we move further through "Fire in Bone," we find ourself ensconced firmly in the '80s. Brandon Flowers' wavering voice channels more than a bit #gray Bruce Springsteen's Rage Against the Lonesome Inner Fire growl.
The Killers are always redefining themselves. I've been away, but I have a feeling I"m going to enjoy catching up with these gents.
