"I've been living in this damn box for 18 months!"
It's late July at Glenwood Place, a recording studio in Burbank, California. Bruno Mars is in the courtyard – white T-shirt, Versace cap over curls, white slip-on sneakers, no socks – smoking his umpteenth cigarette of the day and trying
This article originally appeared on www.rollingstone.com: Bruno Mars: The Private Anxiety of a Pop Perfectionist