1995: Yes I'm here in London Town shacked up at the fancy pants hotel, Blakes. 3 days of press, two days of video shooting and 10 days of rehersing before we actually take it to the stage. Our record appears to be getting off to a rock steady start over here: #1 in Sweeden and Denmark. #6 in France and Switzerland.

1995: To anyone who's listening - Today it rains. Tomorrow who knows. Today I'm sad. Tomorrow who knows. Shuttled 'round in Londontown befuttled by a single frown. I own my loneliness. I'm going down. Tomorrow who knows. Anthony.

1994: Girls & Boys - My mother is crazy, my father is nuts, and I am tenderly insane. I love them both very much and they love me. That is why I visit them both every x-mas holiday. This year was no exception, however it was exceptional. My sugar puss, Jamie, and I left L.A. on Dec. 17 in a 1995 Black Ford Bronco and made our way to G.R., M.I. via Route 66. Our road trip was notoriously successful with a kenetic combination of pleasure and pain. The Ford would soon become a x-mas gift for my pops. We arrived in Grand Rapids in the early 20's of December and I spend the next week and a half fraternizing with my mother, father, sisters, grandfathers and golden oldie friends. Jamie hung out for a couple of days before moving to be with her family in Pennsilvania. Yes there was a gluttonous exchange of gifts on x-mas eve and morn, but there more than that. There was a distinct sense that more than ever we all needed eachother. The family love was flowing. The day after I flew down to Pennsilvania to spend two days with Jamie's family. I was dreading the unknown. Sleeping under the roof of my 18 year old girlfriend's parent's house seemed like a potentially uncomfortable senerio. I was wrong and it was wonderfil. The final leg of our holiday excursion was to be a limb of natures finest on the island of St. John in the virgin chain. Swimming in the clean, warm caribbean sea helped to heal my injured spirit. Oh to live on Turtle Bay is a calming day. I also met lads of really cool kids to play with and talk to. Ripley's Believe It Or Not: I went scuba diving with a seven year olf girl named Wallis. She was a rocker. So are you and I - Goodbye. Anthony.

1994: Dear Fananymous Friend - I am on tour, in Spain, over the moon and out of my galatic gourd. It feels goof to be back on the road. Strange and beautiful things happen while traveling through Europe with this band. We share a hotel in London with a startrek convention. Spent the night dancing in a disco with Trekkies. Getting back to Woodstock; I must say that it was one of my own personal pinnacles of exhilaration the wother was the first time we played in Hollywood for about 73 people. Unless one of us has our leg lopped off in a tragic bowling accident, we should have our record out in Jan/Feb 95.

1994: Fantasians - Turn to face the strange manager of change. The latest in a delerious series of brain quaking revelations is that we have assimilated, through the process of shockmosis, a new guitar player by the name of Dave Navarro. David has the heart of a poet and the lungs of an astronomer. We are happy that he has joined our musical works because now we don't have to feel like jerks. We left Los Angeles some time ago and went to a place where the days move slow. Some people sleep with a pillow between their knees, some people speak freely with the trees; some people float deeply beneath the seas of sound and keys. I am pleased to be doing all of these with ease in the hot and heavenly Hawaiin breeze. Get up off that thing and dance so you'll feel better. We came to this island to become something. A band, a family, a team of disinfranchised butt hairs, anything so long as it is something. We spend our days writting music, riding motorcyclees, jumping off of cliffs into sky blue waters and sacrificing imaginary virgins to the ancient Hawaiian Gods and Godesses. Sometimes I go off to the aloha cafe homping to imprednate words with notes, and notes with guts, and pain with pleasure. One day soon we will be impregnating you. Anthony.

1992: Dear people who read this - Alert yourselves to the presence of a lone man wandering in the desert painted in silver from head to toe for he is the one with the cosmic glow. Porky the pig was never a twig, but he knew when to get out of podge. I don't know why pussy fish fly and I think I've just seen a mirage. It's easy to philosophize when you're standing under the moon and the sun at the same time. Fell free to send your kisses to me for I have determined that being friendly is the least we can be. You make life what it is, Anthony.

1991: Fanthropologists - There's a chimpanzee in my x-mas tree, with a sock on his dick pretending he's me. He shoots me a wink from his loving eye. He's smiling at me and I think I know why. He's watching me slide striaght down the limb of a 50 foot woman, that's five feet of trim I land in a puddle of impervious funk met by a midget in a chinese junk. We laauugh about this together we spat pardon me God are you finished with that. I don't mean to sound like a lysergic clown, but the world is at war and it's getting me down. Yours Truely, Old Fungis Face AKA Swanolicious.

1990: Fanimals - As I write these words to you all, I consider you my equals. Please do not allow yourself to become disillusioned by the fact that I am in a position of relative fame. My existance, my feelings and my dreams are worth no nore or less than yours. You have all put a smile on my soul by expressing your appreciation for what is sacred to me: beautiful music and freedom from the bondage of all that is shallow and close minded during this time of dark ages, in which we live, it is important to support art forms that are real and uncensored. At this very moment I am flying over the blatantly gracious state of Texas. Across the airplane aisle sit John, Flea and Chad. If you only knew what dimwitted morons these guys really are. They closely resemble the dummies in the Volvo car crash commercials, without me they'd be lost. Actually I love them all very much and with out them I would be lost. You may be interested to know that while on tour, I room wiith John. We are still waiting for the perfect girl to perform the ultimate Tufnel - St. Hubbins with. If you have any information leading to the aquisition of this prospect, please contact your local porno classifieds. Have a wonderful life and do the right thing. Love, Anthony Kiedis. P.S. Though your mind is a terrible thing to waste, please don't ignore your body. Woody Allen said it best: "The brain is the most overrated organ."

1996: Hello Y'All - Happy New Year - Hope your x-mas or whatever holiday you celebrate was an outstanding display of emotional fireworks, or, if you don't give a fuck about the holidays, I hope you are swell too. I had a wonderful x-mas with my family and beloved friends. I went to New York before x-mas and stomped around in the snow and got my daughter Clara lot's of art supplies and books (Nancy Drew) for x-mas. The day after x-mas I began work acting in a Film called "Whiskey Down" playing a killer with good moral values. It should be out in October or so. The Red Hots, barring unexpected tragedy, will be making a wild wacky zany video for AEROPLANE this week. It should be a piece of shit - just kidding. We will be out rocking the world soon. Lot's of Love, FLEA.

1995: Dear Friends - Tonight is the night of our big record release party in Hollywood. It feels really good to know we are all done and soon y'all can enjoy the fruits of our labor. This record is full of a kaleidescope of honest emotions and I am very proud of it. My 2 cats both had four kittens each and me & Clara have named 2 of them ... Palmtree and doorknob. I love my cats. Soon, we teh RHCP will be in your town, rocking for all we're worth. I hope to see you then ... I got two new tattoo's, one that says LOVE on the fingers of my left hand and one that says LOVE on the fingers of my right hand. Double Love, FLEA. I'm going to party my balls off.

1994: Dear Fans - I going to Taos. Just got back from Congo. I've got sand in my socks. I'm in love. I've got a good outlook right now. My heart is brimming with the spirit of an infant. Love, FLEA.

1994: To all the people old and young, thin and fat, and even ones with pomples on the end of their noses, I am Flea. I am presently lying in bed naked twiddling my abundant pubic hair and reading Mishima. Yukio Mishima is the amazingly insightful gay Japanese writer who committed suicide by seppuku in 1970 at the age of 45. I highly recommend him to all of you. We, the Red Hot Chili Peppersr, are here in Hawaii writing music in preparation for a new batch of songs to be available for purchase in plastic containers in a few months. If we can achieve half of level of artistic excellence thats in this here Mishima book then they will be fine songs indeed. Isn't it funny how such an intangible thing as music, something created by sweat, thought, and spiritual openess, ends up in a little plastic box? I just woke from falling asleep after that last sentance, read what I wrote and realized it would probably bore the shit out of all of you. Oh well. I'm going to go play bass now and do my damndest to write music that will inspire you to spin wildly on your head, float dreamily through cloudy afternoons, do the funky rooster, and have incredible sexual experiences. Love, FLEA. P.S. Me & Anthony & Dave jumped off a cliff today into the beautiful blue. P.P.S. Seppuku is when you stab yourself in teh stomach with a sword in a ritual way, and then let your friends chop your head off. Don't do it. Live long & strong.

1992: Dear Fans - Hi. We made a new record. It's called Blood Sugar Sex Magik. We put our whole heart into it. We are vehicles that are driven by a universal force way more important than our measly existences. Love, Flea.

1991: Ladies and Gentlemen, Treasure your life and the lives around you. Do your best to create a peaceful environment for yourself and the people you deal with. Concentrate on the good qualities in people, not the things that piss you off. The strangest toughest mother fuckers are the ones that are most gentle and kind. This kind of shit makes for a way more rockin existence. The Peppers are rockin the fuck out alot. We just got back from Hawaii, where we swam, jumped, rode scooters, and ate fish. Funky worms rock the fuck out you. The process of insertion. Ha Ha! Whaa! Graa! Blaah!!!

1990: Hi Friends! I am pleased as a bean in a burrito to have you read my words. We, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, are the luckiest band in the world to have people that care about what we do. What we do is so very sacred to us, and to share it with y'all gives my life purpose. Whahoo!!! This world is bent on putting out any true beautiful creative light, and it is a life or death matter that people stand up and love what it real. Thank you. On another note, I thought I would let you know that I have a deformed toenail on my left little toe from when I was riding my bike with bare feet at the age of seven. My left little finger is crooked from being slammed by Norwood Fisher (the great bass player in Fishbone) during a game of basketball. I wet the bed until I was eleven years old. Let the funk move you. Love, Flea.

Letters to The Fans, By:
Chad Smith

1996: Greetings freaks, First off, thanks for all the kind letters wishing my wrist a quick recovery. It's my first broken bone and some bad timing. No one felt worse about postponing our U.S. tour than me. To all you who have tickets, thanks for being supportive and patient. We will be rocking out by the time you read this. I guess softball is not my forte. Well, I trust you all will have a great new year and stay happy and healthy and so will we. So, as H.R. says: keep your body lean, your blood clean, and your mind sharp. Bye for now. Love, Chad.

1995: Dearest friends - Looking & longing to see you all in this trip we call life. Whether it's passing on the street or in a car on the spaceship of love. Let's meet, greet, and be happy. As Mapolean once said to Josephine, N'vas pas my love, so don't wash till I see you then. God's Speed: Chad

1994: Ya know kids - Chad here. If ya have to make music in a strange island this is the worst. Sun, surf, sand, ocean, riding our bikes everywhere, volcanos ya know the usual. Sounds like shit, right?! Well, okay we'll suffer if we have to. Anyhow, it's been a long time since we've talked. There may be some new friends aboard the Chili Train. Welcome. Lot's of changes since our last pow wow: mainly guitarists. Dave as you know, rocks like the freak that he is. I'm sure all is going to enjoy our new shit. Well keep ya posted. Chad.

1992: Well, well, well, newsletter #5 already! I hope you've all been well since our last letter. Good. "Blood Sugar Sex Magik" is finato. I think it's our best record yet. Lots of beautiful music for all the young people to enjoy. We will be going out on tour in Oct. in the U.S. hope to see you there - come up to us and say hi. I'm the tall guy in the back. Oh yea, I wiped out on my motorcycle & separated my shoulder. Should be fine by the time you read this, but send money anyway. Love, Chad.

1991: Hello you Chili Freaks - I hope all is well with each and everyone of you. Well it's Feb. and winding down to making that wonderful record. As you may or may not know, we've switched record labels and our new home is Warner Bros! (Bugs has the funk) soon, we will be recording in Hoodinni's house in Hollywood should be a blast! Hope all of your holidays were fun - as was mine. Me, being the big basketball fan I am (Pistons) I had the honor of playing the National Anthem at the Detroit game during x-mas. It was a huge thrill for me! I also bought a '65 Mustang to putt around in and race Anthony & Flea's Camaros. Well, tommorow were playing in Hawaii and very excited to hang with my friends there. So, till next time. Love, Chad.

1990: Greetings - I love you I love you I love you I love you I hate you I hate you I hate you but I want you and I need you I need you and I need you I need you and I need you but I kneed you so I hurt you then I hurt you but I like you and I want you to like me too. Follow me so far? Good. You guys & gals are so crazy, we go crazy for you and it's great that we can explode with energy together in peace and harmony! So keep those cards and letters coming so we can keep track of each other. Okay? Oh yea -- more pictures of your beautiful selves. You know, the kind I like! Thanx - Chad

Letters to The Fans, By:
Dave Navarro

1996: Hello Peppers - How were your holidays? Mine were good and painless - as you know, we've had kind of a vacation from work, due to Chad's broken wrist. So, I've been taking the time to allow myself to become a little more domestic - cooking at home with my girlfriend Victoria, you know, stuff like that. We plan to make up all the cancelled dates, so we'll definately be seeing you soon - I'm looking forward to going out on tour again. I can only take so much of the domestic life - But it's nice to have both. Love always, Dave.

1995: Hello Peppers - Well, we've begun our European Tour - I'm in England right now however, I'm looking forward to coming to your town - Slowly, I'm in the process of going out the window - It seems, that this tour, although exciting and important, is destroying my relationship at home. What can you do? See you soon. Love, Dave.

1994: Hello again to all of you - Letters = 3. Albums = 0. I know we've all been writing as well as you, but the holidays always seem to get in the way of everything - At least for me. It's nice, though, to see family, but the obligation of Christmas only makes me aware of how much I avoid them the rest of the year. I do, however, see my Dad a lot and we are very close. Christmas kind of makes me a little sad, this year especially. My aunt passed away in November and she was terribly missed this year. But the band is now, putting the finishing magic on the record (you know, those studio tricks and stuff like that). Hopefully, it will be out early this year - it's hard to imagine, that I joined the Peppers in 93. Love to all, Dave.

1994: Hello - Madrid is where I am. Land or orange and brown. Almost at the end of my first tour with these guys. The shows? Woodstock - good. Dublin - not as good. All is going well, we are soon to finish our record and share it with all of you. Sunlight streams into my broken room - stealing silver eggshells from an unlit moon - I can see again - where the air is thin - and feel my eyes at night - I'm here in Madrid. Love to all - D-

1994: Hello - I am currently living on the Big Island of Hawaii. The place where it's sunny at 9:00 AM, cloudy at noon, rainy at 3:00 PM, sunny again at 4:30 PM and clear at night. Much like my personality (although I'm rarely clear at night). Yesterday, we all went down to a local reef (Flea, Chad, Anthony & myself) and swam freely among the ocean's fish. Turtles, bullethead parrotfish, yellow tangs, schools of conviet tangs, to name a few, swam along side us. And yes, we have seen eels. We are now in the process of finishing up the writing of a new album. It's very different than anything I've ever done before (the music that is), but it's coming along nicely. Take care, Dave Navarro.

Letters to The Fans, By:
John Frusciante

1991: Hello, We are going to Hawaii tomorrow to play a couple of shows, breathe underwater, and jump off cliffs into clean water. About a week after we get back we are going into a mansion to record our record which means that by the time you're reading this, we will be in the middle of the recording. Studios can feel like a plastic toilet seat sometimes so, by doing our record in a house we will capture a real warm feeling and lots of laughter. We have so many new songs and I am so happy that Anthony, Flea, Chad and myself have grabbed the music by it's invisible tail in the air where it was a bunch of bodies of cosmic dust and turned it into a bunch of songs that will make many people happy for as long as this planet manages to stay around. We have written so many different styles of stuff and it is all beautiful, powerful, magical, soulful, etc. to infinity. I personally have been painting just about every day and it cleanses my soul and helps me do the only thing I want which is to stay as creative as possible in as many ways as possible. If there is anyone reading this who doesn't already play music or write stories, or write poetry or painted or draw or gamble or anything you should go to the art store, buy some water colors and paper and throw paint on the paper, and see what happens. Don't try to be good, just do it for fun and you will realize once again that you are alive and wide awake. Take advantage of it! Love, John Frusciante.

1990: Dear people who care enough about what we do to write us a letter, I feel like a terrible, inconsiderate rock star writing a generic letter like this to everyone who has written to us. But at the same time, for us to write an individual response to everyone would be a physical impossibility. We've been on tour for the last nine months which makes it hard to even speak a coherent sentence. Also I've never written a letter to anyone my whole life. Sometimes if a person who has written an interesting letter leaves their phone number I call them. But most of you don't leave your #'s (and probably for good reason). I would like to take this opportunity to write a few aphorisms of mine just so you don't feel like this letter was written by someone we hire:

1. Artistic expression, sex, and truth are the only things that really matter.
2. Music is the face of God.
3. The best service you can do for mankind is mind your own biznis.
4. Don't ever trust a man who sasys "I am going to kill you in the name of God."
5. Buy an Eric Dolphy record.

Love, John Frusciante (Froo-shon-tay)