The Killers’ incredible performance for the Formula One Singapore Grand Prix awakened nostalgia in its twentysomething audience
Text: Denise Ngo
Photos: Singapore Grand Prix and Torey Peter Mundkowsky
I was 17 the first time I heard “Mr. Brightside” on the radio. It was 2004, and I was browsing Livejournal while putting off my math homework. I had just a year and a half left of high school, yet the journey between my algebra exam the next morning and my impending graduation felt like a lifetime.
I listened to “Mr. Brightside” a lot that semester. The Killers were a rare breed of band whose music managed to sound old and new at the same time. They were radio-friendly, yet sincere. Anguished, yet upbeat. And all of their songs seemed to take place in the middle of the night, on a cobblestone street beneath a woman’s window.
I could see myself growing old with the Killers. But like a teenage love affair, my passion was short-lived. So it was with a great deal of skepticism that I awaited their performance last night at the Padang Stage of the Singapore Formula 1 Grand Prix. Given the band’s low profile over the past couple of years, I expected the crowd at Padang to be pretty thin. But lo and behold, mosh pits galore. My friend and I had to wrestle our way across the lawn to get a decent spot.
We waited. And we waited. And then at last, a familiar crescendo. Lead singer Brandon Flowers, looking not a day older than he did in 2004, leaped into view.
“Coming out of my cage, and I’ve been doing just fine!” he bellowed.
The crowd went nuts.
“Gotta gotta be down because I want it all!” they screamed in response.