Just an FYI
For those of you who gloriously funnel all sorts of Incubus-related things my way for perusal. Which I am generally very pleased with. If it is an official video/photo/interview/podcast/whatever and you think I haven't seen it, for the love of GOD, send it on.
If it's a candid, or some girl chasing poor Mike or Brandon through the streets of who KNOWS where with their cellphone camera? I'd rather it just die a quiet death on youTube without my attention. Because, honestly, I don't feel right encouraging the 'let's mob the people trying to have a normal vacation/go buy some ass paper/walk on the damn sidewalk' thing. People get hit with cars that way. People have DIED that way. And while I know my boys are no Princesses Diana, seriously. I hate papperazi with a vengeance and would really rather not give them a reason to exist. Yes, I know, they're famous, they put themselves into that spot, blah blah blah. No, I'm not buying it. They put themselves out there a LOT, just because they happen to have a (very well paying, high profile) job, say, making music (which, if no one did, we'd all shoot ourselves) doesn't mean they don't deserve to take a piss in private like the rest of us.
That having been said, this is STILL an open letter to my favorite singer ever:
If you're going to be somewhere that is NOT the stage or the beach where, I don't know, papperazi might be, please put your damn nipples away. Because it's inevitable I'm going to see these pictures no matter how much I theoretically try to avoid them, and I am tired of suffering for your lack of sense of fashion. Continue singing and writing and painting and doing your thang, but for the love of all that is right and holy, do it with a proper shirt on.
If it's a candid, or some girl chasing poor Mike or Brandon through the streets of who KNOWS where with their cellphone camera? I'd rather it just die a quiet death on youTube without my attention. Because, honestly, I don't feel right encouraging the 'let's mob the people trying to have a normal vacation/go buy some ass paper/walk on the damn sidewalk' thing. People get hit with cars that way. People have DIED that way. And while I know my boys are no Princesses Diana, seriously. I hate papperazi with a vengeance and would really rather not give them a reason to exist. Yes, I know, they're famous, they put themselves into that spot, blah blah blah. No, I'm not buying it. They put themselves out there a LOT, just because they happen to have a (very well paying, high profile) job, say, making music (which, if no one did, we'd all shoot ourselves) doesn't mean they don't deserve to take a piss in private like the rest of us.
That having been said, this is STILL an open letter to my favorite singer ever:
If you're going to be somewhere that is NOT the stage or the beach where, I don't know, papperazi might be, please put your damn nipples away. Because it's inevitable I'm going to see these pictures no matter how much I theoretically try to avoid them, and I am tired of suffering for your lack of sense of fashion. Continue singing and writing and painting and doing your thang, but for the love of all that is right and holy, do it with a proper shirt on.