After being on the road for the last two months one thing I realize is that I'm definitely a city girl.  The charm of quaint  little craftsman bungalow houses in Denver or the cute coffee shop in Akron are comforting in some ways but still pale in comparison to the vibrant streets of New York and the vintage cobblestoned streets of Boston. Spending a week in New York, there was so much to walk through and see, it was impossible to be home before 4am and more impossible to not to run into someone you knew on the street since walking is a must in New York.  And during CMJ week, you run into bands you've played with left and right, they're everywhere.  I was on constant people patrol, watching all the different characters pass me by amused and curious what brought them to New York.  By sheer coincidence my friend Ronnie was in town for a Killers show and we spent one evening having a  listening party with Brandon and Ronnie, Dave, and myself. The new Killers album is magically fantasic, there's some dark, some epic, and some venerable beauty in it, not to mention I want to dance to it, fancy that.  You can grab a cab from anywhere at all and you can grab a slice from anywhere at all, so awesome.  And then coming home to San Francisco, crossing the Bay Bridge, seeing the city lights, wow.