Liam, you’ve played for the bad people. I know you need money. I know they’ve paid you a lot. And you know, I think it’s right, because I wouldn’t give a shit for your live playing.

Don’t get it personally, but I think you’ve fucked up the band. It’s not because of the gig. It’s not because of the fucking old set-list. It’s not because of shit releases. It’s not because of millions of promises. It’s not because of drugs. It’s not because of champagne. It’s not because of Memphis Bells. It’s not because of Disneyland. It’s not because of years of silence full of shit news.

Do you know what’s the connection between the band and it’s fans? It’s the connection you’ve lost. It’s the time when you don’t need my money. It’s the time I won’t buy your album.

I’m not a good English writer, but there is a such thing like balance in the world. The balance doesn’t give a fuck about civil laws. It’s got own *laws*, we call it luck, fate, fortune, doom, whatever. Anything you get undeservedly comes back as a loss.

I hope you’ve spent my respect for good things.