It honestly seemed like a nice idea at the time. Not an excuse that would stand up in a court of law, admittedly, but hear me out.
Sometimes, you forget that the rock n' roll world isn't the real world. And that, accordingly, there are elements of the rock 'n' roll world that don't necessarily translate particularly well into 'normie' world.
To be fair, this was a lesson I learned as far back as 1996, when an elderly next door neighbour knocked on my front door and, blushing wildly, handed me an un-stamped envelope on which the words 'BUTTHOLE SURFERS' had been written in thick black ink. "Ah, great, thank you, I've been expecting this!" I said cheerfully, thanking her kindly for accepting the package from the courier who'd delivered it an hour earlier.
It was some time later that it dawned on me that I had failed to pass along an explanation that the nice PR lady from Capitol Records had promised that morning that she'd send a bike to my home address to deliver Electriclarryland, the brand new and much-anticipated seventh album from Gibby Haynes' band, so I could hear it in time to file a review for the following week's issue of Kerrang! magazine. Without that knowledge, it's entirely possible that my embarrassed neighbour may have imagined that the envelope contained a very different type of artistic endeavour.
