O keyboardist, where art thou?

There may be a few things worse than having to sit at home and wait for Nick Rhodes to call you, but after a whole day of hanging around for this, I'm kind of over it.

Plus, I have laundry downstairs that needs collecting.

Life is truly a collection of the sacred and the profane.

Wait, there's the phone.

UPDATE: "We've always viewed this band as an art project." Who knew?