Countdown to the Darkness

Four more days...

Sunday is a day for worship, my friends and on March 28th, it is surely not a day of rest. The Darkness will arrive in Pontiac on Sunday and I will not be the same. Survey says I'll loose my friggin' mind - and love every sequined, sweaty minute of my madness. Pick up a copy of the new Real Detroit; there's an interesting tidbit about the pathetic lows NME has stooped to. Early in the career of the Darkness, NME was pretty shitty to them, making personal attacks and generally bashing them. Well, now the band absolutely refused to do an interview with them. And the editor of NME as physically gotten down on his knees and begged them, but to no avail. Q actually put them on a recent cover with Justin holding a huge snake; it couldn't be more wonderfully phalic. Moral of the story: it's awesome to be famous because you can shit on the people who have royally shit on you. Score one for the Darkness!

Has anyone heard of The Wildhearts? They are the opening act...

Later, kool kidz!