“I am a musician, not a celebrity,” says the shy fop when asked about the bumbled between-song banter in his otherwise triumphant set that finished just moments earlier at a music festival. Facing in toward his backing band, rather than outward to the crowd, the shy fop had buried his head in a bank of computers and keyboards, a floppy curtain of black hair and a light pair of glasses covering what little was left visible of his face.
“I’d rather people listened to my music than my opinions,” he continues. “If you get a reputation for having funny stage banter, people spend the whole show waiting for you to talk and don’t pay attention to the songs. Also, I’m shy. I hate speaking in front of people.”