Whoa, whoa, whoa. The "B.J." stand for Billy Joe. My name is Myron Liebowitz, and I'm Thomas's agent. Let's not fuck around with this great artist. Now, I'm not saying he doesn't do a little of that "squeal like a pig" stuff, but that's to be be expected of them Southern kockers, especially if their, uh, object of love is "purdy". Or a schvuggie. But you stir up this kind of shit and you make big trouble. You don't the the half of it when B.J. sang Hooked on a Feeling. Oy! Everybody started saying it's a drug song and the record company had the hardest time trying to push that record, even though it sold big to the doper crowd. White Rabbit and all, you know? Anyway, the payola cost went through the roof, so B.J. and me got bupkis.
Anyway, it's not like he pulled a train at a neoNazi convention like someone we know whose name starts with "T"? We have pictures. So cool your jets, little missy.