This is from Brian May’s blog, regarding Live Earth, written today. Many thanks to the ever so wonderful Serhiy for the heads up.

I didn’t see everyone, but of what I saw, I’m afraid I thought the Yanks pulverised us! The Chili Peppers and the Foos seemed to absolutely show everyone else up, in musicianship, work, polish and passion. I thought John Frusciante played SO dangerously - the best I’ve ever seen him play - The RHCP’s have deservedly conquered Britain’s hearts.

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Legendary Deep Purple/Black Sabbath vocalist/bassist Glenn Hughes really enjoys working with John Frusciante and Chad Smith on his newest project, a follow-up to his latest studio effort, Soul Mover:

“I spent the afternoon yesterday with John and Chad at Chad’s home. We had a funky good time writing and going over a couple of songs for my [upcoming solo] album. John Frusciante is an absolute one-of-a-kind. His vision and depth amazes me, and like Chad, he is extremely beautiful. Look forward to creating my next adventure in the New Year.”

(message and picture from Glenn Hughes Picture Gallery, words by Mr. Hughes himself, photo by Nancy Mack Smith & Gabrielle Hughes. Another story on this here)

Vincent Gallo has mentioned John twice in two of his recent interviews.

The first article can be found here and this is the bit where John’s being mentioned…

O: So you’ll indulge anyone?

VG: I’ll indulge anyone. Not because I’m interested, and not because it feels good, but because I don’t know how to get out of it. I have a friend, John Frusciante, who’s one of the greatest guys in the world, but what John does is play music. That’s what he thinks about all the time, that’s what he does best, that’s what he likes to do best. He doesn’t know anything about accounting. He doesn’t send his own letters. He doesn’t scurry through his phone bill and make sure he wasn’t overcharged. He doesn’t negotiate on his own behalf. He just plays music.

Meanwhile, I’m out there micromanaging every detail of my life. If John feels that somebody is interfering with his good time or his music or the experience he wants to have, he’s quite comfortable saying, “Excuse me, I don’t want to talk to you,” or “I don’t want to sign that,” or “Please leave me alone,” or “I’m talking to my friend. You’re interrupting me.” And when I see him do it, it seems, for a brief moment, crude. But then I realize that what’s crude is the way I treat myself, by indulging people for as long as they want to be indulged, even if they’re totally incoherent, as if somehow to interrupt them or say anything that might hurt their feelings would be the worst thing in the world. I’m willing to sacrifice my good time, my self-respect, my work, my body, my eardrums, and several mucus membranes across my face from all the splatter. I can’t get it in my head that my feelings are as important to take care of as some drunken broad or some guy who wants to attack me.

The second article can be found here and here’s the bit where Mr. Gallo mentions John:

He [Gallo] says the only person he spends any time with is the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ reclusive guitarist John Frusciante.

“He’s closer to death than any person that I know who’s so filled with life,” Gallo says. “We’ve done a lot of nice things together.” He doesn’t, however, remember the last time the two stepped out for a night on the town. “John and I haven’t had dinner together in several years,” he says. “I just don’t do that.”