An Open Letter to The Airborne Toxic Event
I don't think you guys really thought things through when you christened your band. When I first heard the name, I assumed you were some sort of hippie jam band, like The String Cheese Incident, or Uncle Jethro's Psychedelic Flapjack (a name I just made up but you can't even tell, because hippies name themselves things like that). I saw you guys on Conan the other night and discovered that you not only are not a hippie jam band, but that you seem to be a legitimate band and not just a bunch of goofball jokers who you would expect to name themselves The Airborne Toxic Event.
There's no way to put this delicately, so I'm just going to say it: the name of your band sounds like a euphemism for a fart. Was that the plan? Naming your band after a bodily function might work fine when you're a bunch of slackers killing time in college after class, but you guys are releasing singles and going on talk shows now, and the name of your group still sounds like a description of a particularly lethal dose of hot & spicy curry flatulence. Do you realize that if you are successful, you could be recording for years under that name? You guys are all in your 20's now, I assume, but if things go good for you, you could realistically find yourself in your late 40's and playing in a band seemingly named after a fart.
In your 40's. In a band named after a fart.
Pretty short-sighted of you, The Airborne Toxic Event. With any luck, you guys will all go mad with fame, wind up hating eachother and break up, so you can bury this idiotic band name and we can all agree to never speak of it again.
