After we started Soft Milk in 2015, there was a little buzz going because of our music but also some of wacky on-stage antics. It was just two of us then. We played with some cheap 10-watt amps and wore nothing but ghastly bed sheet costumes.
Some time ago, a personal incident at an airport in Italy once again showed me that, as a black man I too often get to feel like the bad boy, even when I have done nothing at all to do so. But from time to time, you get treated as celebrity nevertheless.