All Them Tour Pics
Wednesday, January 17th, 2007so David aka The Flight Orchestra arrived on thursday afternoon. we then proceeded to play at Goodbye Blue Monday with Jack Ryon aka Sir Honey with Martin Keith and Dave Bodi. Also following us was The Holy Experiment. we got a few hours of sleep, loaded up the car on friday morning and drove straight down to Gainesville.
It was about 17hours to Florida and wasnt that bad. however right on the Florida/Georgia border at around 330 we pulled over to go to the bathroom. David went down to the fence by the side of the road. I was by the car when out of nowhere another car pulled off the road ahead of us. it then started backing up. i thought it was going to be a cop and got worried he wouldnt be too friendly to yankees like myself. then the car started going backwards faster and faster and i realized that not only was it NOT a cop, that it was also prob gonna hit our car. the car stopped about two feet from us and a tweaked out guy who was sunnin’ and gunnin’ (aka sleeveless tshirt) and half mumbled something AT us. David asked for a clarification while i considered jumping across the passenger seat straight to the driver seat. The guy muttered something again which sounded like “are you straight?” to which David questioned again. By this time I was around the other side of the car and yelled at David to just get in the car and we took off. the adrenaline from that got us the rest of the way there. We decided that the guy was just high and stopped to see if we needed some help. but when we told this story to the peoples of Florida we were informed that “scraight” meant drugs and he might have been asking if “we were scraight” and needed some crack or meth or what have you. it was possible that either he was so high he thought it would be good to sell to random peoples on the side of the road or we had inadvertently stumbled into a drop spot. Either way we were not “scraight”. we also almost hit a dog that got hit by a car in front of us. that was sad.
we crashed at Chris Miller (founder of Electronic Subsouth’s) house that morning and slept most of Saturday. We awoke to go to Lenny’s Studio “Light in Progress” for a pre show party with drinks of science from the science bar. The show kicked ass much and the Aliens and Spangandy made wonderful performances (see pics). It was really hot and humid in the venue but everyone seemed to have a great time. From there it was a little more sleep and off to Jacksonville for the show at Jack Rabbit’s sunday night. This was the first non-Gainesville ESS show and it went off very well in my opinion plus it was awesome caravaning out there. Disembodied Voices and Sidecar Racer also performed and i cant thank Mr. Spagandy enough for stalling in such a beautiful manner whilst i solved technical difficulties. After the show we packed it up, had some waffle house and caravaned back to Gainesville. Chris almost hit a white cat on the highway and then of course we almost did as well. no animals were harmed this time.
much huge thanks to Electronic Subsouth, Chris Miller and Lenny!!!
the illustrious Slatkin-
Sirhoney aka Jack Ryon w/Martin Keith and Dave Bodi
stinking it up at Goodbye Blue Monday in Brooklyn-
my set at Goodbye Blue Monday
South of the Border
were the Residents in Florida?
shovel tree
punk flamingos
flowerchild
creepy neighbor
The Flight Orchestra @ Light in Progress
Electronic Sub South
just in case
catching lightning bugs in Florida with ESS founder Chris Miller and TFO
seriously disgusting bathroom in Gainesville
seriously disgusting bathroom in Gainesville
Mr. Spagandy Pre-show
me and TFO post show
the fabulous photographer Elora and El Zombo!
Merch table?
Mr. Spagandy (note the skull on his cane)
TFO kicking ass
TFO kicking more ass
the BEING FROM KLYSTRON 7, oh NO!!!
Alien interference on the set?
aliens in the crowd
TFO kicking ass
more of the Being
TFO’s set ill-uminating the stage
TFO
Being from Klystron7
TFO
TFO on camera
me and El Zombo
The Flight Orchestra
some heads
a duel?
outside of 1982’s post show
driving to Jacksonville
a turd
our flyer in Jack Rabbit’s

















