Posted: Nov 17, 2005 3:17 pm
This was a myspace bulletin a couple days ago:
and just a note, this band was 'put together' by a high profile manager in san francisco, he was looking for a boy band style rock band when this band started. this info comes from a reputable source who does business with that manager today.
Tongues are wagging over a recent commotion at Art Bar, the new downtown hipsters enclave in Las Vegas.
The 3 a.m. crowd on Nov. 7 noticed something different right away about the three guys who walked in and headed for the pool tables.
"One looks like a Jimmy Page impersonator, one's pretty nondescript (but in a hip way!), and the last looks like a member of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band," bartender Matt Sorvillo recalled in a blog.
"Sgt. Pepper" was wearing a dark green, plush woman's overcoat, complete with broach, wrote Sorvillo.
While Sorvillo was waiting for someone in the party to approach the bar, his female boss struck up a conversation.
Sorvillo noticed the nondescript member of the trio was now at the bar, "when the baby-faced one, dressed like Dame Edna, hollers 'Hey, you mind serving my friend?' in a not-so-polite way."
Long story short, Sorvillo asked for identification upon serving three beers, and " 'Sergeant Pepper' ignores me and walks away. I repeat myself. He says he's not drinking."
Sorvillo sticks to his guns. He served three beers; he needs three ID's.
"Sgt. Pepper" says "c'mon," adding he didn't mean to be a male body part, "but you were ignoring my friend."
No, said Sorvillo, he wasn't ignoring anyone, he was talking to his boss, and he still needed ID's
"Finally, Sergeant Pep admits he doesn't (have an ID). The beers go back on ice and I tell them they have to go. Being a sailor (aboard a Yellow Submarine) and not willing to take any shit from a lowly barkeep, Pepper does what any self-respecting military man would do. He complains to my boss," using X-rated language.
The trio "got pouty... grumbled, huffed and puffed, and stormed out the door. And in one final act of rebellion, 'Jimmy Page' knocked all the fliers next to the door off the shelf, and all over the floor."
Sorvillo's boss, a smallish woman, chased the trio to their SUV in the parking lot, yelling for them not to come back, he wrote.
When Sorvillo went back behind the bar, a regular leaned in and asked , "Do you realize who those guy were?"
"Those were The Killers," said the patron.
Sorvillo told me Monday that he went online, "pulled up their pictures, and it was them."
They have stopped in several times, Art Bar co-owner Jesse Garon said Monday.