I'm still here, a part of this poor excuse we call our home. Although I cut off my air supply at the Philadelphia Music Conference until I fell and cracked my head on the stage, the deprivation of oxygen didn't do me in this time. Why did I do that while on stage? Well, as I've said before, some people aren't afraid to die.
You would not believe what crap we got from people calling and e-mailing our manager about the porn and suicide attempt at recent shows. Get a life, please! Yes, I'm talking to any idiot that has an issue with anything we've done. Go worry about the real problems in the world starting with your intelligence level. Your friends and relatives are being raped, molested, shot in the head, doing heroin, choking on the air that they breathe, stealing, and driving drunk just for starters. Go worry about them and leave me alone.
The funny thing is, I don't even really care about what these fools say, but I couldn't resist telling them how trivial any of this really is.
Why is it trivial? I think that every under age kid in the club the night that porn was played has seen porn before. They probably own some and even if they don't, it is only a keystroke away on the internet. Stop trying to keep people from the realities of this world and let them be aware so they can make their own decisions. If I'm going to kill myself, I'll do it no matter what, whether its on stage or not. Club owners are worried about the liability of me dying while performing at their venue, they're not worried about me dying. Now who looks like a hypocrite? If you're not worried about another human being dying, then why are you worried about porn being played in front of a teenager?
To all our true fans, you've made the last few shows incredible. Those of you that have not been a part of it, I hope to see you soon because you're missing something that you have never seen and will never see again. Together we can all touch each other's flesh and keep the music happening.
-Zazu