The Airports

Went to see Tommy, the musical based on The Who's album and movie of the same name, at the Rep last night. The show rocked (& opera-ed, I guess), but the best part of the night came on the way home. Michael and I mutually made a life-changing decision...

We will now be starting a band called the Airports. Naturally, with a name like this, we will singlehandedly revive the hair metal genre. This is the synopsis of our career, as told from the future:

• Takeoff--our debut album rockets us to the top of the charts. Meteoric rise puts us in the company of both N*SYNC and the Wright brothers.Our high-flying jams and sky-high performances quickly propel the band to cruising altitude. Superstardom, E.T.A.: now.
• Crash & Burn--met with harsh criticism, our sophmore-slump offering never really made its way out of the gate.
• Turbulence--roughly received by music elite, but hailed by headbanging concert-goers. Album cover warns of potential storms ahead, so you know you're in for a wild ride.
• Descent/Landing--This is the point when you realize we've finally arrived.
• Taxi--we were stuck in a holding pattern for a while, but this album takes the seatbelt warning light off our career and carries us safely to the jetway.
• "Final Destination"--unflappable ballad that slingshots our reunion tour and garners us a window seat on the return to the stratosphere.

effervescently,

J. Luke