Killing Time Can Be Therapeutic 1I have a new love in my life. And it's a killer! (Actually, it's the band “The Killers.”)

I love their music. I just recently purchased their CDs “Hot Fuss” and “Sam's Town.” And I think I've played them, oh, about 20-30 times now. These two CDs are rocking! Great music, great lyrics, and yes, great drumming, too.

(Ronnie Vannucci, Jr. is a pretty solid drummer in my books. I've always been fascinated by drummers who can whip up a storm on such small kits. Buddy Rich is one of them. Ronnie is definitely another.)

Since I was a U2 and The Smiths fan when I was a teenager (I still am!), you can be certain that it was easy for me to fall in love with the Killers, whose musical influences include Morrissey and U2, among others.

I don't really listen to music when I write copy, but I do when I'm working on my computer doing other stuff. For example, when I browse the web, answer emails, conduct research, etc, I like to have music playing in the background.

I don't have any music when I write copy because sometimes the music is so engrossing, it takes my focus away from my writing. (I prefer peace and quiet when I write. Or I simply listen to classical music — preferably Baroque.)

Anyway, songs from The Killers I love are Mr. Brightside, Somebody Told Me, Smile Like You Mean It (from “Hot Fuss”), and When You Were Young, Bones, and Read My Mind (from “Sam's Town”). Brilliant pieces of music. I tend to hum or sing along when they play, too.

The Killers are coming to Toronto and Montreal next month, but most of the seats are sold out, unfortunately. Too bad. I was going to bring the entire family, since our teenage kids are Killers' fans, too.

Speaking of shows, last night Sylvie and I went to see John Pinette's show, “I Say Nay Nay!” in Ottawa at the National Arts Centre. We were in stitches all evening! (My jaw is still hurting from laughing so darn much.)

His show was fantastic. It was joke after joke. Non-stop comedy, from beginning to end. (Hence, the hurting jawbones and chest pains from pulled muscles caused by uncontrollable bouts of laughter.)

The man is incredibly funny. If you ever get a chance to see John, even if it's on DVD, do it. What we loved the most about John is that you can sense his comedy was borne out of personal experience.

Sylvie and I immediately detected (and it's only a guess) that John doesn't vocalize his personal frustrations and grievances much, so comedy is an outlet for him to make fun at the very things he's deeply annoyed with.

From dealing with pushy and controlling people (mostly his family), to his many embarassing moments (which is where “nay nay” comes from), we intimately knew what he was talking about!

(Listening to music, and particularly playing the drums, are my outlets for letting my frustrations out. Some people work out at the gym or hit a punching bag. I hit “the skins” and channel some of the negative energy with music and through playing drums.)

But John is a brilliant comedian. After arriving in Canada to do a series of shows across the country, he created a good part of his material, almost on the spot, based on new (and less than enjoyable) experiences.

Anyway, all this to say that, if you ever feel stressed out, burned out, frustrated, angry, annoyed, or dejected, don't discount the power of going to see a show — whether it's shows, comedy, concerts, dancing, or live music, including karaoke (yup, I do this from time to time, too).

It's hard to describe just how therapeutic this can be.