Is pretty-boy pop waning a bit?
I don’t know. Music is so confusing these days. There are so many damn formats, and nobody knows what’s supposed to be in those formats in the first place. Even back in the day of New Kids on the Block and Menudo, people got sick of that stuff. And I think with the Backstreet Boys and 98 Degrees and all of that stuff, people are going to go, ”Okay, give me something of content now. Screw the fact you’ve got a pretty-boy face. Tell me something!” It’s a passing phase. You certainly seem to have it together, but do you ever worry about ending up on your own ”Behind the Music” episode? The tragedy channel! Even if you say you know more than those other bands you see on the show and learn from their mistakes, something’s always going to f— you up. Whether it’s the frustration of dealing with each other as a band, or drugs or alcoholism or financial despair, there’s always something to wring your neck or kick your ass. I don’t think anyone is ever truly safe from those frustrations as
