Be Excellent To Each Other

APOLOGY FROM RAYGUN

Since Monday my band have advised me not to speak out even though since the incident I wanted to publicly express my regret and accept full responsibility. I thought it was time for you to hear directly from me that I’m sorry.

When future generations look back on the events of the last few days, as they surely will, I ask that they think not of the singer in a band nobody has ever heard of saying some slightly ridiculous things about his music, but of the way those shameful events brought people together.

Admittedly people were brought together mainly on messageboards as they posted comments such as ‘LOL WHAT A DICKWAD’ but that is not really the point.
I owe some apologies.

I’m sorry to my band mates Adj, Sam and the other one. And I thank each one of you for standing by me during what has been a difficult time for all of us.

I apologise to Delia Smith and to the concept of psychedelia. What I did to you both was unforgivable.

I now fully accept that if you stuck Iggy Pop, James Brown, David Bowie and Shirley Bassey in a lift you would basically just have Iggy Pop, James Brown, David Bowie and Shirley Bassey in a lift. You would not have our music. You would have three famous singers and a dead one.

I also accept that I know very little about hedonism and that I am not an expert in the field of drug use simply because of the time I tried to get high from smoking a banana in the Argos car park.

I apologise for being somewhere in the region of 27% more of a twat than I usually am, and I apologise for any twatish parts of my nature, although I do urge you to consider the fact that I am a singer in a band. I am by definition someone who wants to stand on a stage and sing while people watch me and for that reason will always be a little bit of a twat because it is in my makeup.

On the subject of makeup, I apologise for sometimes overdoing the eyeliner. I apologise to those who have pushed forward the proud tradition of singing men in makeup: Robert Smith, Brian Molko, the ginger one from Pussycat Dolls.

I apologise to Ken at my label and ask that you do not drop this boy.

In future I shall look to, and take my cues from, the true masters of modesty, humility and understatement: Bono, Johnny Borrell, Kanye West.

I close by thanking you for your time and requesting that my band and I are now afforded some space, and some time, to consider these awful events and to rebuild our lives. This is now a band matter and I respectfully ask that we are permitted to move forward in private.

Thank you.

Ray

I apologise to those who have pushed forward the proud tradition of singing men in makeup: Robert Smith, Brian Molko, the ginger one from Pussycat Dolls.