All songs © 2007 Par Avion. Infringement punishable by applicable laws.
All songs recorded and produced by Ian Ross in Chad's living room and Matt's basement.
"Plastic" and "A Minor Song" vocals recorded by Tony Baker at Attict studios and produced by Ian Ross.
Par Avion are a band apart. A band apart from what, they have yet to decide. Mostly, they pretend to enjoy enjoying to pretend to enjoy being absolutely enjoyable. That is, however, assuming that they are pretending. When not pretending, Par Avion may be found not doing such inactivities as not writing music, not frolicking about in fields of allergy inducing dandelion blossoms, and not pretending to not enjoy themselves. In general, they enjoy enjoying themselves, especially when onstage. Par Avion are so impossible to not enjoy, in fact, that they don't have a reputation for pretending to be a dance party, soiree, and tea party all at once, and they may or may not be all three. No one is quite sure, least of all the band themselves.
Those in the know, most of whom don't know who they are or what they know, seem to believe that Par Avion began approximately three months ago, with the strange and inexplicable appearance of a frighteningly large hovering tabby cat above a rather dreary and unremarkable village in Illinois. Following this odd occurrence, cats across several counties could be seen to act most abnormally, and there surfaced several unconfirmed reports of two unusual individuals producing classical music at obscene volume levels during strange hours of the night. Several residential areas fell victim to damages resembling those of nuclear shock waves, and, according to at least one crackpot conspiracy theorist, the government was involved. In actuality, a rookie police investigator and many boxes of donuts were involved, but these soon disappeared, and in the strangest development yet, the oddly behaving cats began to converge. Soon, people of the surrounding counties became obsessed with two strange words in what appeared to be another language. The language was French, and the words were Par Avion. The afflicted citizens began to converge as well, until there existed in a rather dreary and unremarkable part of Illinois a veritable army of felines and persons, united beneath a singular goal, of which most of them had absolutely no knowledge. Who would lead them? That's correct, dear readers. Par Avion would lead them, three quirky individuals and many boxes of donuts. And the rest, as they don't usually say, unless they are Par Avion, is fancy-shmancy.
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