Shit's really looking up for the touring Malones and Aircraft en route and upon their arrival to New Paltz, NY. From what I gather, it was possibly the best show all tour. The energy was right and so were the ladiez. That's rock and roll. G's above include, listed left to right: Tyler, Brandon, Elliott, Ian, Steven, Justin, and James. And it appears someone took the picture from behind glass...can you see the reflection of some dude with his arms up? Look closer.

Their raucously successful show with shakin' gals and a shouting, but friendly, bar back (strangely named James Warren, just like the bassist of Aircraft) ended with the boys "digesting" the invaluable experiences that have come with their tour. And over a macaroni and cheese pizza, the bands fell over in exhaustion.

In New Paltz, the boys were housed by producer Chris Daly, of Salvation Recording Company. He's worked with familiar bands like Porches of NYC and Summer People of Binghampton, as well as folk/soul weirdo artist Viking Moses. Daly, in all of his wisdom, served as a guru for our budding friends, making them hip to some valuable tips for survival in the music scene. Many thanks to Chris Daly, fa sho.

On the road again, they're making their way to Rochester for their last away show tomorrow night at the Bug Jar, then will be playing for Buffalo once again at the Waiting Room Wednesday, September 4th. Gear up for "Dirty Soap", bitchez! It's probably the last time you'll hear it for a while.

Above is James Warren of Aircraft doin' some stuff on the bass.

And below is Steven fRIgGin Floyd, step dancing for far longer than anyone thought his drunken stamina could handle. 

This oh-so-fateful day started with shits, giggles, and funtime poolside. The Malones are all pictured here (Elliott is somewhat obscured by Brandon's head) looking cool, and Steven looking a fool until...the Chameleon happened. 

Aircraft had just finished their set, when the Malones rolled up to the stage, only to find that STEVEN FLOYD'S BABY WAS GONE! Where did she go?! One stranger suggested a route where he thought he saw a dude with a guitar case wander. A scrambling collective of men ran here and there-- dark alleyways and unlit streets claimed by certain gangs-- in an attempt to catch an invisible burglar...to no avail.

Steven's guitar was lost to Cincinnati last night. May we all bow our heads in silence.

A Kickstarter account will be soon created to help raise money for a replacement guitar, in the event she cannot be found in any of the surrounding pawn shops. Unfortunately, the tour will be over before Kickstarter can supplement an immediate guitar, but if you want to see Steven and all of his former glory, throw in five bucks for the cause and Malones bassist, Elliott Dougie, will send personal backflip videos or other amazing feats to the donators. He's like a prodigy, yo. 

Free Floyd!

With a face like that, it's clear to see why some gangster-ass pre-teen girls would want to threateningly play and hide-and-seek around The Malones and Aircraft's travel trailer.

This just in: a very drunk bunch of white boys are assessing the city of Cleveland and a group of girls that could potentially bring trouble into the parking lot of an apartment complex where the band has parked the van and trailer. A theme for their stay in Ohio is that Cleveland is the home town of Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. We all know they go hoooaarrdd. Shit, Flesh-n-Bones spent ten years in prison for some crazy AK-47 action. Our friends are in peril and Malones' front-man Steven Floyd is disillusioned and posing like Betty damned Page.

Will the boys make it through the night? Will they need to stand up or back down?? Will the young girls bring out their homeboys and make a mockery of their manhood?! More on the gang and their misadventures to come.