The pop music world has witnessed its share of conflict in recent years, personal and professional issues playing out on stage, in court, or on Twitter as too many artists scramble for the mega-success granted to so few.
But without fail, when the dust settles, when the fires have been put out, there stands Bruno Mars, a force unto himself who doesn't even seem to operate in the same world as his peers, let alone the same industry, so far removed he is from the type of drama that dominates the headlines.
And that isn't because he's boring or without problems or uninterested in having a good time (listen to his lyrics, the man likes a good time). Rather, he's just too damn busy working to wade into all that feuding-and-sniping nonsense. You don't get to perform during two Super Bowl Halftime Shows; win Grammys; fulfill your childhood dream of selling out the L.A. Forum, as Mars just did earlier this month; be nominated for a leading eight American Music Awards, including Artist of the Year; and sell millions of albums by getting caught up in the noise.