Going up.
(Note: No images or political rant today. Tending to a sick friend. jp) First floor: oxygen, nitrogen, argon and neon. Second floor: carbon dioxide and water vapor. Third floor: ions and free radicals. Fourth floor: absolutely freaking nothing. Okay, well... that's what we can expect to hear as we ascend in our space elevator to what promises to be a very eventful launch tour for our new album, International House , now available from HammerMade music (our own bogus imprint). Why such an unconventional method of travel? Don't ask me... it's Mitch Macaphee's call, and he's not talking to the press. You're not the press? Well, then I can speak for Mitch. He's.... a.... mad... man. Got that? MADMAN! We've been doing these interstellar tours for nigh onto ten years, and every time we go it's in some kind of space vessel. This time, it's a freaking elevator.... just because the guy reads about it in Popular Mechanics. (Did I say "Popular" M...