Keith Urban Kidman's Contradictions

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Recently in an interview hosted by the Wreckers being used to generate some excitement for the U.S. tour, Keith Urban made two statements which seem to be total contradictions:

First, when asked about his relationship with the audience: "For me it's very spiritual because it's that connectedness, that oneness, you know. I love those moments in shows and I go to a lot of shows, too, and there's something extraordinary when somebody hits a note when they're singing or they play something and everyone in the audience does this...or they all do that at the same time and that, that's an extraordinary thing. I mean I don't know that guy over there and he doesn't know me but we just reacted at the exact same moment and then we're back down again. It was just a fleeting moment. I find those moments just...Godly, quite literally beautiful. And that's what I'm seeking...not to find, but to free myself up, to be in those moments."

Then in almost the next breath he makes this statement about touring:

"I mean when my wife is with me that's when I'm the happiest. I mean straight up...that's the hardest part of touring for me...is being away from her. And so the tour is structured a little bit weird so that I'm out on the road for like 10 days and then I go to Australia for like a week and then I'm back over here for 10 days and then I go for a week and then...it's an odd way to tour but it was either that or not tour at all this year. And that was, that was...what I was weighing up. You know, quite honestly for a moment I thought maybe I shouldn't be touring this year, you know. But this seems like...it's hopefully a workable way to do it. It's an enormous amount of travel that I'm undertaking so, you know, it'll be what it's going to be."

This seems to be almost two different men. We get it Keith, you love your wife, but I don’t think it’s good business for you to act like you are doing the fans a favor by touring. Keith needs to remember that it’s the people buying the tickets that create the moments referred to in the first quote, without the fans there is no moment. It’s not good business to make people feel like you don’t need them when your shows are not sold out and the ticket brokers are selling some tickets to shows for less then face value.

I think Keith needs to take a step back and evaluate what he wants in his life. If he just wants to be at the side of his wife and be a good husband, that’s fine. If he doesn’t want to take the time to rehearse and make sure he gives the fans a great show, if he’s just going to phone in the 10 days of performances in order to get back to his wife in Australia, then he needs to cancel the tour and refund the public their money. It would be more ethical to return the public their money so they can buy tickets to concerts put on by performers who want and care about their careers.

Nicole Attending One of Keith's Concerts in Oz...

Part I of III... The Conversations Continued...

NK and Connor are led into the concert and seated prominently by the catwalk. NK smiles at all the fans, taking the opportunity to wave at them, while a few of the fans chant, “We love you, Nicole”…

NK: Conrad…sit down beside Mummy and look like you’re enjoying the show. Let’s show all your stepdad’s silly fans who really counts…not them! (giggles to herself)

Connor: I’m not really into country music.

NK: Keith is no longer a country music artist…I’ve told him to leave that behind him … he’s a rock star, Conroy.

Connor: His stuff sounds country to me. I’m more into rap.

NK: I like rap better too, Christopher, but your stepfather plays a different kind of music and according to the contract, I am supposed to help him in Australia…erhhh… I mean, the people of Australia enjoy this type of music. They are commoners, but still, we need to humor them, as they do buy tickets to Mummy’s movies, too.

Connor: OK..I’ll do my best. I am starting to like this Keith guy, you know.

NK: I don’t care if you like him or not, Carl. You just have to look like you do. You only have to see him twice a year, when I get you for the photo ops…erhh…I mean when I have the opportunity to spend some time with you. Hold Mummy’s hand.

Connor: (withdraws his hand from NK’s) I’m 12 years old, for goodness sake. I don’t feel like holding your hand.

NK: You will hold my hand, Craig. I am not going to tolerate insubordination from my adopted son. And, as far as liking your stepfather, it isn’t necessary. He’s an alcoholic you know, and an addict. I stuck with him because I’m very, very loyal and I needed to look good for the press, but I really wanted to kick his ass…oh…Mummy didn’t mean that. Anyway, Cassidy, you don’t have to like him.

Connor: No seriously. I kind of dig the dude. He’s pretty cool…he likes to talk with me and spend time with me. I went for a motorcycle ride with him this afternoon.

NK: Sshhhh….I am trying to hear what the photographers are saying, Calum. Please keep quiet. I really want them to take some pictures of us enjoying the concert. Smile for them, Cameron.

Connor: Sure…whatever. Do you even listen to anything I say?

NK: I am your Mummy. I am a very, very good Mummy…just ask my fans. They say I’m great. (NK puts one arm around her son, both of them looking uncomfortable like it is far from natural. NK removes her arm)

Connor: Well, Katie is very good to me and Bella. She takes us to movies and treats us to special lunches and parties with our friends.

NK: Calamity…I would have you come to visit me at my hotel room…erhhh…my home, more often, but I’m just very, very busy. Mummy doesn’t really have time for you…but it’s not that I don’t like you very, very much. And your stepfather, now that he’s off the sauce, is genuinely interested in getting to know you.

Connor: Right…whatever. I LIKE you too….

NK: What was that?

Connor…Nothing … nothing. Let’s just enjoy the concert.

NK … (smiling broadly and slipping in ear plugs, starts to move awkwardly to the music) … Now, Calamari, let me know if your step father starts to talk about me, so I can appear to be embarrassed and blush. I have been practicing blushing on demand. I’m getting pretty good at it.

Connor: (eyes rolling) OK...sure. I wanted to tell you that I’ve made arrangements to fly home tomorrow. Dad and Mum … uhmmm… I mean, Katie, are having a big pool party with Bella and all our friends. And I miss my little sister, Suri…she’s a lot of fun.

NK: Sounds fab, Caligula. You do whatever you want. Mummy needs to concentrate on the photographers so she can make sure that they get only the best pictures of her…showing her beautiful face and boyish figure. Please try not to bother me … here’s some cash…go buy yourself a soda, Conifer.

Connor: Sure…OK…you’re just the best Mother.

NK: Thank you, Collin. Now run along…I’ll meet you at the bus when the show is over.

The only thing green about Kidman and Keith is when her botox leaks...

Kudos to Keith Kidman on the recent news that the US leg of the tour is going to be using bio-diesel. Glad that he is doing so much for the environment. We don't hear too much about other country artists and their environmental bents so I do applaud him.

Smack... the sound of the other boot dropping... You know, I would feel a hell of a lot better if I thought it was done in sincerity. I don't think anything the Kidman’s do these days is sincere. Nicole has a history of feathering her own publicity nest while shining the light on several causes.

Let's start with Kidman and her love of a certain children’s hospital or even children in the hospital. Since I have been forced to deal with her PR since she invaded Keith Urban's world, I have noticed that Kidman very often only goes to a specific place, just to be seen. The PR is about Kidman talking to the poor ill children - nothing about the kids. Nothing about the work the hospital is doing. It’s about how Nicole swoops in and brings sunshine, butterflies and rainbows for the children's last precious moments on earth. And, that is what pisses me off. Marlo Thomas and John Goodman and many others talk about the work that St. Jude's is doing. Many celebrities get involved with the Children's Miracle Network and do we even have to talk about the good work Jerry Lewis has done for MD? What is Kidman really doing?

A good example is just before she married, she dragged her two children to a Sydney hospital to meet and greet the poor sick kids. I am sure that is the first thing those two kids wanted to do after a 17 hour plane trip but, by God, it was the royal week down under and Queenie needed to be among her subjects.

Let’s talk about the UN. At a time when her former husband was jumping on couches declaring his love for a younger woman, Kidman was courting the UN for a bigger role. She got that in 2005, when she was named a special ambassador. What has she done with that role? One dinner, one trip to Bosnia, a quick satellite speech and nothing else. Why did she court them so much? I am of the mind to think that she wanted to show her compassion like Julia, Audrey and Angelina. While what they did was selfless and often not even known, Kidman makes sure the tabloids get her mug spotted and that is the point. Her pouty, breathless voice and serious look can be used for good - she chooses it to be more famous.

Environmental? Thank God she hasn't jumped on that band wagon. But, I think she would be called out on that. Flying across the country in the private jet that her former husband gave her. Flying across to Oz to see her biggest purchase perform in concert. Well she does have money and that is what they do. Not really, most of the rich and famous live their lives without PR releases. Not Nicole. While she lied to the OZ press about this, we all know that she called the paps to get her picture in St. Bart's. That whole thing was a big PR stunt so that the cult of Nicole Kidman could be fed. See! I love him. See! he loves me. See! I eat. See! I can be sexy. See! he never took off his shirt in public until I married him. See! he branded himself with my name. See! I am beautiful and young and in love.

I sometimes wonder if she does this PR for her image or because she is a very sick woman who can't tell the truth from the lies. Nicole it’s obvious you need professional help.

You’re Keith Who?

Part three of the conversations overheard by the minions, minders, and such, on the set of Fugly in the Wind...

Keith is in the mess tent fetching the Queen of Oz her dinner. He starts to chat with the locals and loses track of time. His phone rings.

Keith, looking at his phone: "Uh oh...it's my beautiful beautiful princess. (gag) "Hello...baby...sorry...I forgot the time."

NK: "Get to the trailer NOW. I need to eat."

Keith: "Absolutely baby. I'm so sorry. You know that I worship the ground you walk on ... I just lost track of ...."

NK: “Shut up and get over here with my food. And don't mix up my order or you'll be sorry.”

Keith: "Right my love...now what did I write down...jeez, I've lost the piece of paper. What did you specifically forbid me to bring back?”

NK: “You figure it out, moron. But, be careful or you'll be sleeping on the couch again. No fun ‘n games for you.”

Keith: “Don't worry baby. I can remember what you said...there's some beautiful food here...you'll love it. We can have some dessert, too.”

NK: “I want a bottle of white wine with mine. You pick it out.”

Keith: “Well, OK. They always look at me funny when I bring wine...like they think I might be drinking again. Maybe you can do without the wine until we get home?”

NK: “I think I was clear that I want wine. Bring it.”

Keith: “Sure...baby, whatever you want. See you in a few minutes.” Keith gets off the phone and smiles at the mayor, apologizing for having to leave so quickly. He choses a spinach salad with a strawberry vinaigrette, a broiled chicken breast and some chocolate covered strawberries.

Mayor: “Well, it's a shame you can't join us, so we can get to know you Keith.”

Keith: “I would like to ... listen, I'll bring this back to my wife and if things go like I plan, I will try to get back to meet some people.”
On entering the trailer, Keith begins apologizing immediately.

NK: “Save it, cretin. Honestly...I send you out to get a simple dinner and you can't even get that right. You're an idiot. What did you bring me in the end?”

Keith: “Baby...it's a great spinach salad with a nice light salad dressing and a chicken breast. And for dessert, some special outback berries with chocolate on them.”

NK: “They look like strawberries. You know I could die from eating a strawberry. Just a small amount of strawberry can cause my throat to swell and close up.”

Keith: “Of course, I know that baby. But this salad is really light and these outback berries, although they look like strawberries are very different. I think you'll simply love them to death.”

NK: “OK...I'm starving. Pour me a glass of wine and I'll get started on my salad. If you wish, you may eat with me tonight.”

Shortly after eating her salad, NK's face is somewhat flushed.

NK: “Is is hot in here? I feel warm.”

Keith: “Yes, love...it's a bit stuffy. But maybe you're just a bit low on your blood sugar. Have an outback berry.”

NK: “Fine...pour me another glass of wine.”


NK pops a chocolate covered strawberry in her mouth, devouring it. She immediately flushes and her face starts to swell.

NK: “Oh...I think this is a strawberry...I think my throat is closing. Get my epi pen.”

Keith: "What was that my love? Oh...Nic you should get color in your face more often…it looks good on you." (NK's face is the color of the strawberries and swollen out of recognition)

NK: gasping...”You moron...those are strawberries. I'm having an allergic reaction here...get my epi pen.”

Keith: “What was that baby...you want more outback berries. Sure, I'll pop back and get some more. In the meantime, I'll pour you another glass of wine.”

Keith pours NK another glass of wine, pats her on her swollen distorted head and trots out of the trailer, heading to the mess tent. For the first time in a year, he is grinning ear to ear and the sparkle in his eye is unmistakable…

Keith Kidman's Free Concert in Oz

Our Nic meets Mr. Kidman at the airport... Part Two of the Conversations

Yet another conversation overheard by one of Our Nic’s minders or bodyguards or trainers or PA's, or whoever may have been hired for the day

Keith: My beautiful, beautiful princess (gagging) ... How was your day, my sweet? And you, little prince...how have you been? (Directed at Connor, who immediately looks away, so as not to acknowledge his stepdad).

Nic: Fine...I've been working my fingers to the bone....I've been on set for as much as 90 minutes today...it's grueling...look...I have to impress the hell out of the cast and crew. I need you to put on a show at the local pub tomorrow night.

Keith: Well, gorgeous (another small gag), my throat is a little scratchy. How about the next night?

Nic: (Lighting up a cigarette) I thought I made it clear it would be tomorrow night. (takes a long drag and blows the smoke directly at Keith).

Keith: (cough) But light of my life (gagging yet again) my throat is a bit worn from my shows...if I could get one day of rest...

Nic: I don't know how much clearer I can get. It's tomorrow night and it's free, of course. Did you bring me a gift from Perth? It's the anniversary of my fifth week on this movie.

Keith: (swallowing hard) My love...my pet...I uummm...of course I have something for you...but it's something I can't discuss in front of little Conroy, here.

Nic: This had better be good. I've had to explain that you are not here to bring me my water and one of the PA's has had to be my gopher. It's a relief to get you back so I don't have to carry my cavernous white bag.

Keith: Not that I'm complaining or anything, but do I note the faint smell of alcohol on your breath, my pet?

Nic: So...do you have a problem with that? You're the alkie...not me. I have no intentions of giving up the things I love for you.

Keith: Of course not, baby. Well...I'll get in touch with the pub and set up the sound system and try to get my guitars here in time. I should be able to make the arrangements in time. And maybe I can grab a bite to eat. I ran to the airport and grabbed the first flight back to you this morning. I haven't eaten all day.

Nic: Right. Whatever. I need to impress these people so you better be good. Come Conrad, it's time for you to get to bed. It's nearly 8 pm and Mummy has some visiting and partying to do. Daddy...I mean, Uncle Keith will stay with you in case you need anything. Mummy will see you sometime tomorrow, between takes…

Fugly in Pink

First in a three part series of comic relief for the blog…

A minder overheard this exchange between Nicole and her son after a day of shooting Fugly in the Wind. Little Connor looked like he was trying to keep his distance from Great Gramma and her weird "sun dress".

Nic: "Conrad...come into the pub with Mummy and have a soda pop."

Connor: "Uhmmm...it's Connor and no, I think I'll just stay outside and enjoy the dust in the air and the smell of cow manure."

Nic: "Oh...Conroy...now, come on and show the common people how much you love your Mummy."

Connor: "Uhmmm...it's Connor, and no, I don't think so. I'm just gonna kick a rock around or something entertaining like that. You go in and show off that (gag) beautiful frock you have on."

Nic: "Oh...Collin, you like my dress? You really like it? It's something I am so thrilled to wear and try to blend in with the common people. That way they might not try to look at me and make eye contact. I've tried to ask the mayor to ask the regular people to not look at me, but they keep doing it."

Connor: "Uhmmmm...it's Connor. I don't think it would hurt you to chat with some of them or give them an autograph."

Nic: "Calum..how dare you think that your Mummy...who has actually won an Oscar and two Golden Globes...should have to make conversation with the common people ... let alone allow them to look directly at her...you don't think that, do you? That is a ridiculous and inappropriate thought and you must immediately expel it from your mind...expel it now...immediately."

Connor: "Uhmmmm...it's Connor. Anyway...Dad would just give them an autograph and laugh hysterically at them or with them ... I'm never quite sure which it is. But they all seem to like him."

Nic: "Well, Carl, I am NOT your father, and I am not going to bring myself to that level...to actually speak to these little people or allow them to gaze at me. So...get that out of your mind."

Connor: "Uhmmmm...it's Connor. Right...that's a good lesson to pass on to me, Mother. I'll remember that for the book that Bella and I are planning to write in a few years."

Nic: "Excellent, Christopher. I think you're catching on and quickly. Now run along and play with the guards. Mummy's popping into the pub to have some drinks before your drunken step father arrives and ruins her fun."

Show Keith and Kidman What You Really Think

Are you going to see Keith this summer? Yeah, me too.

I have tickets for a number of shows. But after the display in Oz where the show was all about the marriage, and my fear that he will continue the “I love her, I really do!” tirade and the dedication of one of his most pedestrian and trite songs to her, I just can't support that.

So, I am giving him a chance. One chance to show me it is about the music and not his “brand new man” act. If I hear anything about her from his mouth on that stage, I am done. That's it! Pass in the songbooks. I won't go to the remainder of the shows.

That made me think: I have already spent my money for the seats (and I just don't buy one ticket), I bought at least four for each show. I decided that if I don't go then my seats should remain empty. I think anyone else who has already bought seats but does not want to listen to babble about his Once in a Lifetime Love shouldforgo the concert but not sell the seats. Leave them empty. Show Mr. Kidman that we are fed up and tired of the crap.

Now, before the bunnies and their like scurry over here to complain about how we've already spent the money, so it won't mean anything… well, I am also going to make sure that at every venue there is an entertainment reporter who will see the empty seats and ask why? As of June 25th, Mr. Kidman will be 36 million richer, so money isn't a factor. Playing to empty seats can do something to someone, even someone who supposedly doesn't care anymore about success or failure. Sorry, Keith, but the sideshow pushed out the only relevant factor in the equation and that is the music…

Keith, if you don't care why should we???

Learning from the best: Keith is the only member of the Kidman cult

In the 1970's, when there was a rise in cults, there was a need for deprogrammers. These folks took the cult member out and away from the cult and brought them harshly back into reality. After reading certain interviews, it appears that Keith Urban seems in need of a deprogrammer.

He shows all the signs of someone in serious need of an intervention. Here is what led me to think this:

1. Statements that lead me to believe that he is in a very depressed state.
2. Actions that are irrational and illogical.
3. Questions about what rehab really taught him.

First, I don't believe for a minute that these two have any kind of love relationship. I believe that the wife was so hurt in her first marriage that she is incapable of it. I also can see by his statements that Keith is in no better state than he has been in any of his other relationships. He seems as if he is in a deep depression and isn't coping very well.

He claims this is his first real love. That he hasn't been able to love in the past. What a terrible thing to say those women who supported him and loved him in the past. Part of growing up, Mr. Urban, is not to say someone else is the cause of my happiness or sobriety. It's to say that "this" is my journey. But, of course, when you are coerced into worshiping someone else, any form of acknowledgment gets over-dramatized. When your statements are all about being a better____, then it becomes about that, about being a better servant.

Your problems are your own, and the women that have loved you in the past have gotten you to where you are, and not all of that is bad, is it? These about not being too far from the wife away smacks of dependence. I don't see the wife changing her schedule because she doesn't have to. He appears to be making all the changes, all the sacrifices, and what for? Will he give up his career? Sounds like he just might. And, that is very scary. It is not just a PR thing anymore.

It affects all the people who work and are supported by him. It is just like being in a cult. You cast off the people around you, and what you were doing, so that you can pay better attention to the cult. You also cast off your family. Do you think Keith has? I do. He also self-mutilated himself (he got a tattoo of her name and had her initials added to another tattoo from another woman) to show his devotion. He talks about his guru in every encounter. He looks to be seeking her approval, her acceptance and forget the rest of the world.

Is this dangerous? Yes. Anyone who has gone through rehab knows rule number two, after “one day at a time”, is to NOT to enter a romantic relationship or get intense about another person, as this can become an addiction. And I think the drug of choice for Mr. Urban is his self-centered narcissistic wife, who understood, because she was indoctrinated into one of the most questionable religions around.

So, do we all walk away? No, I like the guy and I don't want to hear about the LATE Keith Urban and I think that might come if there is a break up. So what can we do? We can boo the dedication. We can urge US interviewers to keep it on the music. We can challenge the PR by writing People and all the other tabloids, and complain about the coverage they get. Build the man up for being Keith Urban, not Keith Kidman. When we do this, and I am sure all of you can think of others things to do, we will all become deprogrammers. This isn't just for fun. We might just be saving Keith Urban's life.

Those Kidman girls and what they can do to a man...

So sad to hear about the demise of Antonia Kidman's marriage. Seems that the husband broke the record on trying to survive with a Kidman woman by one year over Nicole's first husband. Nicole almost ten years, Antonia eleven. What is tragic in this new case is that there are small children involved. Of course there were in Nicole's first marriage too, but there aren't the added whispers about the parentage of her kids. You wonder what makes these gals stray? We all know the rumors about why Nicole's first marriage ended, and she did miscarry not long after that, didn't she? That's one thing her sister has over her - she can birth those babies. But I am swaying from what I wanted to write about tonight, and that is the nauseating display going on down under if you attend a Keith Urban concert.

Perhaps because he thinks this is what they want to hear. Perhaps because she was in the audience, granted a short reprieve from the drudgery of her latest future box office flop, that he had to go on and on and on and on and... well, you know. I gave up following the sideshow for the next two weeks. I don't want to risk getting diabetes or some other illness that could make me very sick. But I have to scratch my head and say what the f*ck has happened to Keith Urban? I like the bad boy, the flirt, the guy that you had a chance to have a free pass with. The fantasy about this guy was that if the opportunity arose, and you had a vagina you had a chance with the man. Now, maybe he realizes that one should not conduct oneself in this manner. You end up getting lots of tail but you aren't filling up that hole inside. But in some way I believed that guy. I liked that guy.

This man that has emerged from rehab seems shattered. He seems that his whole existence is built on pleasing a woman who is so insecure she can't please herself. The love cries from stage, the nauseating concert talk of two forty year olds at a make-out spot, a woman who giggles and coos and makes the man forget his lines and lose his professionalism is too much. I walked out on that play. And my friends, it showed me it is nothing more than a play.

Nothing more than an act. Just like “You all started drinking early today,” or that McHugh was from whatever town they were in that night. I realized that Keith is playing at life. He is trying to keep up with one of the best actresses in the world. So good at her craft because she has no soul. Keith, I think better of you. I don't believe you love her. Try jumping on a couch on “Oprah”. I hear it does wonders for your reputation.

Perhaps you are scared about the future? I think you might not understand the man you are right now. Keith, get on stage, listen to your own inner voice, find the right person to love and you will find your way. Getting yourself in deeper in a situation that few believe is real could be devastating to the future. Learn from the men that preceded you. Get away from that Kidman woman. Run and don't look back. As it is, if the show continues in the US, don't be surprised when you do hear those boos at the dedication and don't be surprised that instead of M & Ms tossed at you, you will have various tampons and pads thrown, as you are turning into the pussy only Nicole Kidman wished she had.

Tough stuff, Mr. Kidman, but I am not spending almost one hundred hard earned dollars to see you perform in order to hear you - a multimillionaire and insecure man, play your contrition act with your multimillionaire insecure wife. The sideshow is becoming a freak show and few are staying to give a damn.

Rumors & Spin - It's Nicole Kidman's World and We Are Just Lucky to Live in It!

When I heard the rumor about Keith agreeing to wear a bracelet on his ankle so that Kidman can monitor his use of alcohol, something inside of me snapped. For God's sake, this is an almost forty year-old man who has been dealing with these demons for going on a decade. I wouldn't even dream of insulting his treatment or his recovery by showing that I couldn't trust him. I was getting madder and madder and then I realized that I fell for yet another Kidman yarn. Here is what happened -Keith canceled his Manchester concert. He left England before anyone knew. That’s it.

We have had a number of blog entries from those supposedly enough lucky to have talked to him in England or rode a plane with him to Australia. There was a picture that was supposedly recent of him getting some groceries. We tend to believe this stuff because we like the reason. He had a bacterial infection, said his web site four days after the cancellation. Yet one brave gossip columnist and her sources say it was something else altogether. Now that gossip person, who I have to admit has been quite accurate in her reporting of this entire relationship, said that it was possible that Keith fell off the wagon but it was more than likely he got caught with his pants down.

I believe the gossip column. I also see why it would be so important for Nicole Kidman to want you to believe that he was sick or even that he was capable of falling off the wagon. Why? Because like last fall, it's easy to excuse an indiscretion by blaming it on a drug problem, rather than what I believe is the real reason, and that is a very unhappy husband who wants to end this facade of a marriage by acting out in a way that smacks at the lies he has spewed.

In my opinion, Kidman has gotten so much from this union. She is considered almost a saint for being the rock that has supported her husband. She is the loving spouse, her career hasn't been harmed. What about Keith? He is trying to save what is left of his career. He needed her help to get in the door in Europe, but it hasn't helped. He is famous but his eyes tell you how sad he seems to be. His rhapsody to his marriage, his current CD hasn't been burning the music industry. He dedicates a song to her each night on stage and she has explained that the relationship is too precious, too private to talk about. It's sad that this man has done all of this and maybe, just maybe, he felt that too. Maybe he is fed up, ready to retire from being her man-slave.

Maybe that is why he sought the professional help he did in Germany. Whatever the case I hope where ever Keith is that he is able to relax and think and realize that the American leg of the tour is coming up. I don't think he will have to pay for any comfort he may be seeking.