Flea

I would sleep in the backyard.

I would –

You know, I remember coming home and it would be like there'd be cops in the yard with their guns drawn.

Yeah, I mean, yeah, it was a big neighborhood embarrassment.

You know, it was like the crazy guy, you know, the crazy guy that lives on the street.

I remember being out Halloween trick-or-treating and seeing, you know, being a few blocks away and going, you know, in my costume, like going to knock on someone's door to ask for candy and seeing all the kids like running home.

And they're like, there's a crazy guy shooting guns out of the window.

You know, everyone's going home.

Like kids I knew from my school.

And like, oh, I'm going to go home too.

There's a crazy guy shooting guns and running home.

And it was my stepdad was the crazy guy shooting the guns, you know.

Yeah, absolutely horrifying.

Of course.

It was, you know, a lot to deal with as a kid.

But it's, you know, it all shaped me.

And it's all a part of who I am.

And at the same time, and this could not be understated, is that when I saw my stepfather played music,

And I didn't really understand it at the time, even though I understood it in a way that's been a part of me my whole life, is that when I saw him play the bass, he played with such aggressiveness and with such intensity that I would see him get into this sort of animal state.

beyond thought, like this primal, just attacking this instrument, one with it, sweating, breathing, grunting, you know, playing this instrument, like completely gone in the music.