Am sure you’ve heard about the Kings of Leon debacle in St Louis? They tried to play a show at the Verizon Wireless Amphitheater but had to bail after only three songs because they claim that pigeons kept sh-tting in Jared Followill’s mouth. The band’s reps released a statement about a pigeon infestation in the rafters being a health hazard. So they left and the fans were disappointed and everyone was pissy after a sh-tty situation.

I can’t even pick up my own used q-tip off the floor of my own bathroom. One day I went out for lunch, found a hair in my food, and almost had to be hospitalised. Here in San Diego at Comic-Con, because of our tight schedule, I couldn’t get back to my hotel often enough and could only shower twice a day despite being in close proximity for hours to ripe nerds wafting off the kind of stank that comes from fast food and a lot of soda. As such, my hands are starting to peel from antibacterial overapplication.

Needless to say, now that I’ve already documented my neurotic freak tendencies about germs and hygiene so please, given that I’m f-cked up that way, if I were Kings of Leon, I would have shut it down too. But people aren’t paying me to play. If I’d been paid to play, could I have sucked it up? I don’t think I’m capable. But should they have sucked it up?

Well, the opening acts sucked it up. They managed to play through the sh-t too despite the fact that they also were targeted by the birds. Kings of Leon however, well, they pussied out. They did however manage to perform drama-free in Chicago the following night.

This is Jared at Coachella in April.


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