On an awkward backstage encounter with Faith No More’s Mike Patton.
“There was a point where I was shopping a record, and I had a really good friend who was putting out records with him. So, when Peeping Tom came through Montreal, I was living there at the time, and was friendly with a couple of dudes who were friendly with Mike Patton. So, I went to the show. And, beforehand, they emailed him and said that this guy Bleubird was coming with a record. So, stepping out of the house, all I had was a 12-inch. And I’m like, ‘He’s not going to want to carry vinyl. What am I going to do?’ I didn’t know how I was going to get backstage or meet the guy, I just knew there was an email saying I was going to bring him a record. So, I didn’t fucking bring it, and, of course, I walk backstage with all of his friends and he comes over and is introducing himself. When he gets to me, I go, ‘What’s up, I’m Bleubird.’ He looks at me and goes, ‘Where’s my fucking record?’ My heart dropped. He dropped my hand and moved on — just walked away from me. [Laughs.] That was one of my major life fuck-ups, but he did eventually come back and we talked it out, and he gave me his address. The funny story is: Since that day, which was in 2005 or 2006 — I don’t have his email address or phone number, I just have his home address — every single record that I’ve made, I’ve sent to his house. I’ve never heard from him, he’s never told me to stop, but he’s never contacted me to tell me he liked them — nothing. So, he could either be my biggest fan, or next time I come across him, he’s going to be like, ‘Stop sending me your goddamn records!’”
Bleubird