THE LUNARTICS

THE LUNARTICS

All Aboard!

The Irish Lunarcy Tour!

A busload of Lunartics: "Bananas Foster", Cobb Salad, the Tigerblood Brotherhood and the vaguely crazy Mr. & Mrs. Shenanigans.

It was the beginning of the day.

"Top O The Morning To Ya!"

@ Launch was the Launch pad.

The Lunartic Bus was now a roving, "rogue" location. For Foursquare check in.

Oh forget the traditonal "Kiss Me I'm Irish" tweets.

"16 HOURS OF IRISH LUNARCY" blowing up your news feed.

This is when blacking out starts to look like the best option.

Fear a second wind.

Tribal chanting. Primitive ranting. Irish Blissful Ignorance.

"True Fools!"

Oh yes. You Funky Bastard!

Frank fell silent. Quiet on the set.

Fashion never comes cheap.

"Would you like some 'green' cannabis?"

Good Old Vine Street.

Meanwhile, back on the bus, the big time party liaisons checked in.

The camera was running from the time we left Lackman to Haps. It was HAP-pening.

Dancing, Drinking, Debaucher-ing...

Big Pimping meets I'm Shipping Up To Boston.

"The Dead Rabbits, Bowery Boys, The Plug Uglies, The Short Tails, The Slaughter Houses, The Swamp Angels..."

A toast to the ghosts of Deadly Irishmen.

From R.P.'s to F.B.'s, we drank for fun and plunder.

Flying carpet rides to Shanghai were a way to lay low when the bombs hit.

Let's evacuate the bus before it turns us into Lunartics.

The bus driver THOUGHT:

"You'll lose your mind on the Lost Highway!"

Take my word for it.

We did.