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!

It's been five days since the Malones and Aircraft departed our dear Buffalo, and as one can see, they're lonely already. I can't imagine they all slept this way, in their cutoffs and sneakers; but they were so hyped about the mirror over their hotel bed, they couldn't resist. Clockwise, starting from the left is Brandon (TM), Justin (AC), Elliott (TM), Ian (AC), Steven (TM), Tyler (AC), and James (AC). And if deductive reasoning escaped you, (AC) is for Aircraft and (TM) is for The Malones. Der.

That's one fine pile of man-candy, ladies...and gents. Come and get it! Boys, you can fend for yourselves.

Aircraft whipped up a nice pie of awesomeness the night of the Detroit Lager House show. They look pretty far out in this photo taken from behind- SHABOOIE!

Currently, the boys are safely resting in the generous home of a friend in Cincinnati, so they are well protected from the sketchiness of inner-city riff-raff. Their show at the Chameleon is tonight, so be sure to wish the bands broken legs, arms, necks- whatever makes you feel comfortable.