Date: Wed, April 12 1:02pmEST
Subject:
From: "Michael Balzary"
To: members@redhotchilipeppers.com

hi

it has been a long while since i have written a flea mail

there is so much to write about i don't know where to start

well...

i guess i will just start with my day today which is interesting to me



by the way, i am listening to baden powell right now, he is an incredibly awesome brazilian guitar player singer composer who lived in france for a lot of his life it sounds so deep and soothing



today i am in london at a fancy hotel

i am with my wife frankie and my little baby sunny

they are so good to me i cant believe it

the love is to big to trivialize with my poor writing ability

but it has given me a launching pad into feeling and being more than i could ever imagine

and my gorgeous incredible teenage daughter is the greatest thing ever

having a life long committed relationship of unconditional love is where its at





so anyways

i am doing press all day today

we have been doing it for a couple of months now

and it is definitely a gift for people to care about this thing that we poured all of our selves into

and we have been spreading the word

but is hard work sometimes and can take a lot out of you

today i was talking to this man

and he kept asking me about that i said that there was a lot of tension between john and i on the last record

and he would not stop talking about it

and i answered the questions and tried to explain what i thought the truth was

about how sometimes things are hard but then they can get better and the you can be reborn into something freer and more beautiful than ever

but he kept talking about the part that was hard and i thought he didnt care about the part that comes next the liberation and rebirth that made it better than ever

and i told him we were going around in circles and the conversation was becoming silly

but he still would not stop

then i told him that i was getting angry about it that it was accomplishing nothing

and that is strange because i never get angry in interviews

and i have had much more ridiculous journalists in my life

he actually seemed like a nice guy

i get bored sometimes but never angry

i dont know if it because i am jet lagged or because what

but anyways i started getting angry and next thing i know i started yelling and seeing red and i threw my bottle against the wall and hurled insults at him and stormed out of the room

the little flea threw a tanty

then i calmed down and came back and we finished the interview but i was damn angry

i have never done that before

snapped and yelled insults at a journalist

i think it is partly because i felt like a magazine article that came out recently only concentrated on the negative in the most shallow sensationalist way and that i was misquoted

i dont know maybe that is what is interesting to people and the things that are interesting to me are boring to others

but because of that i felt mistrustful and i felt it was an english thing for the press over here to concentrate on the negative of what we were about

maybe i cant see the truth and my vision is distorted

or maybe i am too sensitive about the whole thing

i just feel like if the universe expands and contracts

and if you talk about both to try to illustrate something important to you

then both should be mentioned

to make matters simple

i snapped and blew up and i am not proud of it

mostly because it prevented me from articulating myself well in the situation

and that i was rude

oh well

as my friend woody just said to me when i told him what happened

"what are y a gonna do, ya coulda bought a front row ticket to the would coulda woulda shoulda show"....

i just hope i didnt make the journalist feel bad

whatever he writes about me

i dont like to make people feel bad

even if they piss me off

it just doesnt help anything



wow

all my life i have there have been times when i snapped and discovered a rage in me

i wonder if it will ever be all the way gone?

i wonder how much it has to do with my decisions that decide my life?

?