OMAHA, Nebraska (Billboard) - Conor Oberst sits in a dive bar, pulling on Winston Lights and throwing back intermittent gulps from a beer bottle.
This isn't the downtown New York- or Los Angeles-variety "dive" with the beautiful people and the perfectly curated juke box. This is the suburban Omaha sort, where a handful of pear-shaped, geriatric regulars sit drinking, solo, at two in the afternoon, mumbling conversations to themselves. The juke box plays only AC/DC.
Oberst, better-known as Bright Eyes, is here -- away from his handlers, bandmates and friends that dot .......................................OMG!!!!! There are 2,115 words in this story about Conor Oberst!!! The worst Everything of all time. Look at him:
Oberst, better-known as Bright Eyes, is here -- away from his handlers, bandmates and friends that dot .......................................OMG!!!!! There are 2,115 words in this story about Conor Oberst!!! The worst Everything of all time. Look at him:
Not only do you want to beat him up, you have. The devil has Bright Eyes......
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