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that I need for what I do,” he says. “Like
stage clothes and the show itself – that’s all
I’ve spent my money on lately. Its important to save money so that we can buy
property, and not do the whole cliché thing
of blowing it all. So we’ve been really careful.” Just wait until you see their meticulously-staged upcoming tour, he promises.
Then you’ll understand where all that
dough disappeared to.
Another facet of the tour has become of
paramount importance. Spinning off from
his 24-hour absence from Twitter,
Facebook and Instagram, Healy – who
swears he was “just having fun with that”- now pauses, mid-concert, to address all
the kids carefully focusing their cellphone
cameras on him instead of actually taking
in the performance, first-person. “And I
say to people, ‘I fear that if we have such a
desire to document everything, we might
miss what’s actually happening. And
there’s no point in doing a show for 1,000
people if we’re all going to retrospectively
experience it. So fuck everybody else – let’s
have me and you and us for ten minutes,
and let’s just fucking be here.’ I tell everybody to turn their cellphones off, and if I
see one popping up, I tell ‘em to put it
down. And the thing is, the room’s energy
just changes. It becomes electric, and you
remind them that that’s what it’s all about
– that shared experience. That’s the whole
potency of it.”
When Healy stumbled acr