I have complained so much about the squeaky clean pre processed state of music these days but today, well today I was validated.
The Kings of Leon halted their St Louis gig after just three songs.
Seems that a pigeon took it upon himself (although I would have paid him well) to shit upon Jared Followill’s (or is it Fowel-will) head.
Seriously?
They cancelled the gig walking off stage like prima donna’s most likely screaming “ew ew ew”.
What the hell?
Here’s a tweet from brother Nathan (get it Twitter? Tweet? Bird? ha!)
“So sorry St. Louis. We had to bail, pigeons shitting in Jared’s mouth and it was too unsanitary to continue,”
Wait it gets better
“Don’t take it out on Jared, it’s the fucking venues fault. You may enjoy being shit on but we don’t.”
Its the venues fault the pigeon crapped on Jared. I hear they called security to have it detained.
Bed wetter? That’s too kind.
Get your fucking one hit wonder asses off stage clean up and get back out there.
Your fans are sweating their asses off, in the heat, they spent far too much money to see your fucking ‘Sex on Fire” and you’re going to go cry in the bus cuz you’re soiled?
You never had my respect or my appreciation but now? Now I think you’re most likely the most pathetic group of “men” I have ever read of.
And I have seen you live and you’re nothing more than a bar band with good luck.
You self important, prissy fuck wads. How dare you do that to your fans. Fans I hope you see now, that your efforts are worth less than the comfort of the Foul brothers.
You’re management should be on their knees servicing every person you let down that night. Tour manager, ever here of Listerine and Zest?
Fuck you Queens of Leon, go back to the hole you crawled out of. Swallowing shit goes down easier than swallowing such self righteous behavior