It’s been an emotional week in my little band aid world.
Having finally caught Sticky Fingers in the flesh a few weeks ago I was well and truly still riding the high when the news broke this week of their impending hiatus.
The official statement goes as follows:
For some time we’ve been dealing with some internal issues in the band. They’ve heightened to the point where it’s not fair to anyone involved for us not to do something. We have looked for help to try to get through this and will continue to do so. As a result we’re going to try to finish the shows we have booked over New Years to the best of our ability – then the band will be going on an indefinite hiatus.
We would like to apologise to anyone that has been affected by this.
It wouldn’t be an overstatement to say I worship these boys. My heart dropped and my eyes filled with tears. Between calls I mustered a no, no, no, no before immediately sending the news to fellow Sticky lover Kate.
We spent the afternoon in shock, messaging back and forth and googling furiously for any evidence as to why this was happening, and in particular, why now?
That’s when this happened:
In recent times my behaviour for a large part has been unacceptable – I’m writing here and now with a heavy heart admitting this, and wish I had faced my issues earlier.
I am realising now a lot of people around me have been hurt by my behaviour and for that I am incredibly sorry. I have not sought to target individuals or groups. All people around me have been affected by my behaviour during these episodes.
I have been dealing with alcohol addiction and mental health issues. Last year I was diagnosed with bipolar schizophrenia and have struggled to deal with that. This is not an excuse, but it hopefully means I can get better.
To try and work through this I am seeking help and will be attending rehabilitation and therapy in the coming weeks. I am truly sorry to the people that have been affected by my behaviour. Many thanks to my friends and family for helping me through this. I hope to one day make amends for my actions.
Diz, the sweet, swaggering gentleman we met at 1am on a brisk Perth night in the car park, had made his decision. With an aching heart, I bow my head in understanding and pride in his strength.
Then the other side of the story came out:
In her now deleted post this person has made some pretty serious accusations. Where is the evidence? Were the police called? Are charged being laid?
But guess what? As angry as I am at her methods, it doesn’t matter.
Those of us who follow the boys have heard stories about their wild behaviour. They’ve been evicted from hotels and venues for destructive and anti-social behaviour. Diz in particular is known for his lack of regard for property and equipment.
Gone are the days when we are allowed to excuse it as ‘rock n roll’ because we’re more aware now. We think about the implications of our actions, how they affect others. I’m a bit prone to hero worship and I must admit I easily excuse this stuff because it’s what my heroes of yesteryear did, and I get it. Everyone wants to feel like they’re above it at some point; how wonderful it would be to do and say what we want with no implications. Thankfully, though, there are consequences. It’s all well and good until you’re on the receiving end.
The receiving end:
I am a feminist, I will back women until the day I die, but I am really, really frustrated by this.
My issue is the fact that this was posted on Facebook, when if her accusations are accurate, it should have been reported to the police.
I take issue with her casual throw in of violence again women. I know what that does to people. I know the affect it has on people. Drunken arcing up yes, but definitely not that.
I have also followed Sticky closely for years, and I have never heard of a charge or even an article with allegations to that effect. That is an earth-shattering, life-altering thing that she has now put in writing for the world to see and judge him based on. She didn’t just express her version of that night, she brought up past unfounded accusations.
Hang on a second…
Don’t. Don’t try to ruin someone’s career because you had a run in with them. None of us were there, and it’s clear by their knee-jerk reaction that something did go down, but that doesn’t mean that her statement is word for word accurate. That’s what I take issue with. It’s a passionate post with a lot of anger behind it, and that doesn’t make it fact. God my generation sucks.
I wish people wouldn’t believe everything that they read, but they do. I wish people would do their own research (like I have, extensively), but they don’t. The fact is, the man’s going to have to crawl back from this, and my heart breaks for him. She will be more notable than ever.
Personal opinions aside, Facebook Court needs to calm it’s farm. People on both sides of the fence are lashing out. It’s not right to abuse anyone, and though I completely agree that she was wrong in posting what she did, because people are not entitled to free speech when it comes at the expense of someone else’s livelihood, that doesn’t warrant harassment. Obviously he was in the wrong that night.
Diz is a young man with mental health issues and addictions. I’m not making excuses for his behaviour, it’s obviously appalling and really not acceptable. However, personal opinion in full effect, I love him. I think he is wondrously talented, he was an absolute gentleman with so much time for us when I met him, and all of my well wishes go to him and the boys. I hope after some recovery time out of the limelight they can make a comeback, or at the very least Dylan can strike out on his own.
The best artists often have their demons. I know with love and support he’ll be back to us. When you’re a true muso, that passion runs through your veins.
Get well soon, Dizza.