Legendary? Mythical? Maybe. Damn though, they are excellent company. Thoroughly nice gentlemen, thoughtful and smart. And funny, like you would not believe. Long nights in the garden at SIC Towers spent draining the wine lake and giggling til dawn.
Air France – June Evenings
Oh yes, and the music. Not the world’s most prolific group but every note was perfect. The music paints pictures in your mind. Detailed pictures. Memories, perfect dreams, perfect parties and feelings that exist just outside language, on the tip of your tongue.
Air France – Collapsing At Your Doorstep
Not an easy thing to do. Not easy music to make. “We are not musicians” was what they constantly said to me. I don’t think that is true, even if they do. Not for a second, not ever….
Air France were one of those groups that defy category or fashion. Everyone liked them. So it is sad that they have split up but it is completely fantastic that they existed. All good things must pass.
Air France – No Excuses
Here’s a few memories and a few tributes.
Air France – No Way Down
Air France – Windmill Wedding
“Honestly i think of henrik and joel as possibly the funniest people i’ve ever met. miss u” – @MemoryTapes
Air France – Beach Party
Experiencing a night out with Air France was always like experiencing something for the first time. Even if the surroundings were familiar, the company was always extra-terrestrial. Joel and Henrik treat a night out on the tiles with all the enthusiasm of an 8 week old puppy. Even on a cold and very damp November evening last year, after a fairly chaotic DJ set in the East End (which would ultimately be their last London appearance), David – their long suffering manager – asked me to take care of them and make sure they didn’t get into “too much trouble”. It seemed like a reasonable task. After all, it was 1am on a week night – the choices for after show drinks few and far between.
I still can’t quite figure out what happened. But I’ll say this much, come the end of the night the boys had not only managed to lose a member of Memory Tapes (he was found ‘wandering’ around the streets of London looking baffled the next morning) but (perhaps more) worryingly attracted the attention of a crazy Canadian girl who hijacked their taxi and come the morning, was discovered by David – in his office – with mild amnesia. There was also the case of the missing pot plant, but that’s another story altogether.
Like their music and their releases, Air France treat everyday like it’s their last. There’s something beautifully poetic about them. Their aura a constant, hazy memory.
In exactly 7 days I’m flying out to Gothenburg to stay with Joel. “We gonna fuck the place up and leave the ruins behind us.” His words, not mine.
(Rich Thane – The Line Of Best Fit)
Air France – It Feels Good To Be Around You
Air France – GBG Belongs To Us
Air France – The Sweetness Of Air France
Saint Etienne – Spring (Air France Remix)
Air France RIP