Dear Mick,

Please stop snorting lines of blow off supermodels’ thighs for a minute and listen up. We know it was fun. Who can blame you for wanting to hang out and do drugs with Kate Moss? But you can’t let it interfere with your work, man. You had a very important job to do, Mick, and you blew it.

The release of the Babyshambles debut, Down in Albion, was a make-it-or-break-it event. After all the bullshit in the press about monasteries and burglary and Elton John, this album was supposed to prove to everybody that all the media attention was just extraneous noise surrounding a truly talented musician. Fans of Pete Doherty, myself included, wanted to be able to show the world why we care so deeply about this flagrantly fucked up young songwriter. Why is it news that some unknown (over here) musician got busted again? “Here’s why,” we were supposed to confidently declare as we cranked up the volume, Mick, on your latest production.

But that didn’t happen.

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