27.07.2009, 15:21
Aus einem Interview mit Rob Flynn vom Februar 2009:
Zitat:"It had been happening a bit on this last tour, most dramatically in Paris where, for no apparent reason, at one in the afternoon, he collapsed face first into a wooden table and broke two glass ashtrays on his chest and had to go to the hospital. For the most part, none were public or onstage, so they weren't publicized, but we're very concerned, worried, and a little scared about what's going on. It's confusing. And because it's so random, frankly, it seems dangerous. The doctors he's been seeing, in my opinion, haven't been doing enough, and the advice they've given him is ridiculous. But he seems to be feeling good, and it hasn't happened since then, which is a great sign. He's working to change his habits and to be a little healthier (eating, exercise, stretching) but other than the first few days out, his habits haven't really changed much."
I hate my flesh.
It's dimension poisoned my soul with doubt.
It made me question the essence of the "I".
It's dimension poisoned my soul with doubt.
It made me question the essence of the "I".