Most of the time me 'n' Roy [Molloy, saxophonist] have around 80 bucks in our business bank account. Good money. Kind of money makes you taste every egg in the omelet. I remember we'd played a show in Tallahassee to about seven people, and we were driving over to Atlanta to make a flight. Spirits were high. What with Roy tapping at the steering wheel and me eating my peanut M&Ms. Then my phone vibrated in my pocket. But it wasn't a notification about terrorism or another nude on my Instagram. It was an email from Brandon Flowers.
Thank goodness they found each other to be honest. Have a look up top.Follow Noisey on Twitter.Take about two months outta the equation and find me 'n' Roy living at the Palms Resort up on Flamingo out there off the Vegas strip. Bein' far from a millionaire doesn't mean you can't live like a millionaire and success doesn't always hinge on good luck, it can be about other people's bad luck. Brandon was in a bind with his lyrics, and we were in a bind with our never having come close to a radio hit.