Air Force Fun Mixes Metaphors, Sets Sail
And finally, after weeks of waiting, the My Friend, My Friend… Lover? tour is begun. Before I get to the inevitable tales of drunkenness, debauchery, love, rape, and forgiveness, it is imperative that you are introduced to a few new members of our cast.
You see that big guy above? The big blue one standing behind Dyan? That’s Air Force Fun, and she’ll be carrying us around the UK and Mainland Europe for the next month.
Captaining Air Force Fun is Ian. (He’s the guy sitting in the front—for those of you not in the know, UK vehicles have their steering wheels on the wrong side.) Not only is he our tour manager, he’s also met and worked with all of the Beatles, except for John, who Ian shot and killed. Lucky for us, some other guy took the blame.
Not pictured—due to an invisibility cloak he recently conjured—is Tony, who will be doing our sound for the duration of the tour. He looks like a cross between Santa Claus and Che Guevara genetically bred to have the body of Brad Pitt, except with hair of fire… ladies, watch out! Also, he can build an amp from gravel and tinder sticks.
This is what the inside of Air Force Fun looks like, guts and all:
Our first stop was the Fibbers Club in York, where we were supported by the brilliant Metro City Riot, and the Sugars, who are super-sweet, sonically sound, and ever-adorable.
The Blood Arm set went swimmingly as well; apparently Nathaniel was the first person in the history of the venue to get everyone to sit down on the floor for a song. This is an especially monumental achievment because the floors at Fibbers haven't been cleaned since Kurt Cobain's suicide in 1994. (The singer expresses his sincerest apologies to anyone who caught Hepatitis C as a direct result of his actions.)
Anyway, all signs indicate that this tour is going to be an awesome... All Aboard!
I love you,
Ben Lee
You see that big guy above? The big blue one standing behind Dyan? That’s Air Force Fun, and she’ll be carrying us around the UK and Mainland Europe for the next month.
Captaining Air Force Fun is Ian. (He’s the guy sitting in the front—for those of you not in the know, UK vehicles have their steering wheels on the wrong side.) Not only is he our tour manager, he’s also met and worked with all of the Beatles, except for John, who Ian shot and killed. Lucky for us, some other guy took the blame.
Not pictured—due to an invisibility cloak he recently conjured—is Tony, who will be doing our sound for the duration of the tour. He looks like a cross between Santa Claus and Che Guevara genetically bred to have the body of Brad Pitt, except with hair of fire… ladies, watch out! Also, he can build an amp from gravel and tinder sticks.
This is what the inside of Air Force Fun looks like, guts and all:
Our first stop was the Fibbers Club in York, where we were supported by the brilliant Metro City Riot, and the Sugars, who are super-sweet, sonically sound, and ever-adorable.
The Blood Arm set went swimmingly as well; apparently Nathaniel was the first person in the history of the venue to get everyone to sit down on the floor for a song. This is an especially monumental achievment because the floors at Fibbers haven't been cleaned since Kurt Cobain's suicide in 1994. (The singer expresses his sincerest apologies to anyone who caught Hepatitis C as a direct result of his actions.)
Anyway, all signs indicate that this tour is going to be an awesome... All Aboard!
I love you,
Ben Lee
Labels: Air Force Fun, Fibbers Club, Kurt Cobain, Metro City Riot, the Beatles, the Sugars, York
posted by BLOOD AMBITION 2008 at 7:24 AM
2 Comments:
that bus fucking rocks, can't wait to hear the stories that are going to come out of that galactic interior.
BLOOD ARM FUCKING ROCKS!!!!!!
OK. Less OLD YORK. More NEW YORK.
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