Okay, if your band was called The Flying Tourbillon Orchestra, wouldn’t you want to hang out on an antique baby grand in the parlour of an old Victorian?

Topwise from clock: Daniel (every time I meet him, for some reason, I’m terrified that I’m going to call him Damon — and I don’t even know a Damon!  I refrain from addressing him by his name so often, I think he might suspect I don’t know it.  Note to self: remedy situation before FTO’s show at the Echoplex in August, or just start handing him beers and whilst introducing him as “Damon” to weathy patrons and loose women), Sara (just google Sara Radle sometime to see how adorably awesome she is), Hunter (wears Kheuls and smells like rad), Aaron, Adam, and Ethan.