#1. You don’t have a dadgum thing to apologize for.
If some [idiot] had gotten drunk and killed someone with his car next to your hotel in Manchester, would you feel responsible? If the night before your concert, a tornado had hit Manchester and tragically killed several people who were going to go to your concert; would you feel the need to apologize? You see, you are no more responsible for the actions of an insane coward who committed an evil act in your proximity than you would be for a devastating natural disaster or acts of morons near your hotel. Your text was some stinkin’ thinkin’ in that regard.
#2. In your line of work, you have so many experts who are now “strategizing” what you should do next (I used to be one of those “experts” when I managed talent). Tell them ALL to go take a powder, give them the month off, and tell them that if they call you within the next 30 days, they are fired!
These “experts” don’t have a freaking clue what you are processing right now. Spend time with your God, your family and you friends who will give you space and support when you need it.
#3. When and only when you are ready, on behalf of all dads who love your… um… whose daughter’s love your music, SING AGAIN.
Music is the international language of peace. Every time you open your mouth and share that incredible God-given gift to the world, you make this crappy world a little less crappy.