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From the album The Story Of The Boy With The Stolen Name.


New Album

The Story Of The Boy With The Stolen Name

Released March 13, 2017

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Credits

On this record, Air Combat is: Vox, Synth by Sheldon Stenning. Guitars by William Langlais. Drums, bass and additional vocals by Tyler Zanon. All songs written by Air Combat with lyrics by Sheldon Stenning featuring additional assistance from alcohol. Additional keys by Rocky Facciamara. Unwanted and unsolicited feedback provided by Patrick Farrugia.

This album was recorded May to September 2016. Engineered by Curtis Buckoll and Mark Mckitrick at Rain City Recorders in Vancouver, BC. Additional engineering by Tyler Zanon at the Super Sapperton Sadboy Safehouse in New Westminster BC. Mixed and mastered by Sam Pura at The Panda Studios in Fremont, California from October 2016 to January 2017.

Photography and design by Sheldon Stenning at Weight Creative Inc.Thanks to Tim Creviston, Cheyenne Manning, Dave Bembenek, Christopher Kavanagh, Colin Ferreira, Pixel Point Media, Keywork Designs, Weight Creative, Bully’s Studios, Rain City Recorders, The Panda Studios, Crooked Little Grin Promotions, Red Tape Productions, Arbutus Promotion and Booking, Van Isle Promotions, our friends, our family and our fans.

Special thanks to Tommy Phoenix for sticking it out for so long. Double special thanks to Aaron Wonger for saving our last tour at great expense: time, money and kilometers. Half a special thanks to Patrick Farrugia. You know what you did.

Trigger Warning

“Would you look at that” my dad says casually, as a black bird sat not a foot away studying our faces while staring from the overhang. Your tracks stopped, as I turned to meet your gaze, I couldn’t read your face for the next three minutes. How are you making out this year? Had to move in with your dad, nearly hitting thirty. Couldn’t hide that it’s hurting. And no one’s asked how you’ve been. How’ve you been? Cause there’s a bush down by the path you take. It leads up to a parking gate where you wish you could steal that kiss from that girl you couldn’t talk to. This silence has got you afraid. This shouldn’t be your life. And no one has asked if you’ve been happy in years because we all know the answer. I wish I could still hear. How are you making out this year? Had to move in with your dad, nearly hitting thirty. Couldn’t hide that it’s hurting. And no one has asked how you’ve been. ‘Cause we all know the answer. I wish I could still hear the bird. There’s a bush down by the path you take. It leads up to a parking gate, where you wish you could steal that kiss from that girl you couldn’t talk to… this silence… it shouldn’t be yours. No one has asked if you’ve been happy in years. There’s a bush down by the path you take it leads up to that parking gate, where you wish you could steal that… steal that…

Lazy Talker
Maybe I’ll be coming back to life this year. I realized the best times of my life were wondering how you’d prove to me the gods are alive on every world (except for this one). So it’s funny that no one’s asked how I’ve been this year. I resist: putting that cigarette to my lips, someone I can be silent with. I’ve had a great time losing interest in everything that made me live. I think about the time I felt my heart stop, bedding stuck to my sweating body. I should have died alone, days before anyone would find me. And I always said I was sad, when I was actually lonely. Don’t tell your gods if you’re finally happy. I resist putting that cigarette to my lips, someone I can be silent with, I’ve had a great time losing interest in everything that made me live. I’m a fill in the blank. I’m a lazy talker. I’m “maybe another summer”. I’m the Flatwoods monster. I’m.. I’m a little louder. I’m “maybe another summer”. I’m.. I’m the Flatwoods monster. I’m a lazy talker. I can’t believe I saw my self in you. If talk myself out of this, will I? I can’t kill my self! If I stage a double suicide, will I? I can’t kill my self!? They say be the change you wanna see, but I can’t go around killing everybody. Every day feels exactly the same, I’m just waiting for someone to clean up this mess that’s me.

My Third Death This Year
We became the things we used to laugh and joke about, all the things we said we’d never be. You laughed when I said I loved you because you didn’t hear me properly. You used to make me laugh about myself. About dumb things. That’s how I knew this couldn’t last, how could it last? It couldn’t last. I knew it wouldn’t work out when I told you I loved you and you never asked why. You said the best parts of my person were the parts I never realized. You said you’d find a way to die. When they finally came for me, that’s when you realized you said you’d stop the train or the traffic so at least your death would affect somebody. You used to make me laugh about myself. About dumb things. That’s how I know this couldn’t last. How could it last? It couldn’t last. An itemized list of things I have to do today: Kill myself just trying to keep up with you. Everything that you said meant everything to me. Knowing you meant everything to me. I saw you on the tracks. I thought you were an ass though. A couple times a year, they close the station doors just to make everyone complain “Who threw themselves at the train?”

Interlude
When things don’t work out, I become a boy again. Just playing games with people. And I’m sitting outside. Just waiting. Waiting to see if anyone comes. And if they do, it’s never the person I was hoping for.

Distances/Smokes
I play a game where I see how many mean things I can write during my all night shift at the restaurant. Didn’t think I’d still be here at 25. I’ve been arguing in my head. Nothing changes but nothing stays the same. I came over cause it’s something that I used to do. Had always given myself to you, even though I was seeing someone new. It gets better man, it gets better. I still hope that you’ll reappear, ‘cause everything that you left behind is still here. It couldn’t last but how do you think you would have made out this year? Random acts of hopelessness, I’m too old for this. Judging distances with smoke. I quit ‘cause I’m too broke but four cigarettes isn’t too far to go. I’ve been arguing in my head. I came over cause it’s something that I used to do. Had always given myself to you, even though I was seeing someone new. It gets better man, it gets better. I don’t know where I stand, I’m not quite a joke but I’m not quite a man. Just waiting for someone’s hands to clean up this mess you planned. Now I know that you meant it. We all knew that you planned it. Now I know that you meant it. You said you’d stop the train or the traffic. You used to complain that no one would ever love you. Well fuck you, ‘cause I did. And I think you secretly liked it, being crushed like this. You were the stronger of us though, so of course you’d be the first to go. Now I know that you meant it. We all knew that you planned it. Now I know that you meant it, you said you’d stop the train or the traffic. I came over cause it’s something that I used to do, had always given myself to you.

The Boy With The Stolen Name
Why don’t I miss you like the things I used to? You made me laugh, I looked at you. Why didn’t you laugh too? I cared, it doesn’t really show enough. And I’m scared ‘cause everybody knows what’s up. They’re standing in circles talking about you just like you wanted them to. I wanna know, did your life flash before your eyes? And if it did, what did you realize? I live too selfishly, you were always judging me. Why don’t I miss you like the things I used to? You made me laugh, I looked at you. Why didn’t you laugh too? Even if you weren’t gone you’d still feel the same, you were buried wearing it on your face. They say this is how it’s supposed to be, yeah. I don’t necessarily agree. Remember the year you spent in bed? Waking up to see your whole family surrounding you. Nothing is more depressing than coming to, and wondering who will take care of you. If I knew then what I know now, I would take comfort in the fact that we all die alone one day.


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Sheldon Stenning – Vocals, Synth
Tyler Zanon – Drums, Backing Vox
Evan Follweiter – Bass

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Genre: Pop-Punk / Emo / Alternative
Established: 2015
Hometown: Vancouver, BC, Canada

Biography

Air Combat is the product of successes, failures, hopes, fears and dreams; the result of a stubborn refusal to give into obstacles and the tenacity to always come back swinging.

 

Due to what both musicians would describe as “a really shitty 2014”, vocalist/synth player Sheldon Stenning and bassist Tommy Phoenix both found themselves exiting the year band-less, after the dissolution of their respective long-running projects Sharks! On Fire! and Fighting For Ithaca.

 

After some scouting around the local scene in their hometown of Vancouver B.C. they recruited guitarist Will Langlais and drummer Tyler Zanon, feeling an intense chemistry between the four of them as early their first jam together. Drawing from a wide range of influences such as post-hardcore, punk, indie rock and even jazz, the quartet quickly began to find a sound all of their own.

 

After releasing their first EP “Reki” to positive critical reception and touring western Canada, Tommy resigned from the band due to financial and family obligations. Being married is tough. However, this didn’t slow the band down as they continued to play shows, regularly touring western Canada with the help of a few good friends filling-in. The band also starting the preparations for their second album.

 

After searching for many months, Air Combat found their new permanant bass player right under their nose: Evan Follweiter. Evan previously played with Sheldon in Sharks! On Fire!, and came armed with touring experience and years of shows under his belt.

 

The band is now poised to tour the majority of Canada after releasing their second album “The Story Of The Boy With The Stolen Name” tracked at Rain City Recorders and mixed by Sam Pura of The Panda Studios, who has previously worked with The Story So Far and Forever Came Calling.

Reki

(A Subset Of People Are The Cause Of Your Problem)

January 22, 2016

We made this album, and this band, as the result of many plan-Bs. This is what happens when eight years of goal setting doesn’t work out. It’s what happens when you work insane hours because you have no savings. It’s what happens when somehow enough things align, that you can still make something honest, beautiful and new. It’s not about love. It’s not about friendship. And it’s not about Reki.

It’s about everyone else.

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Credits

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Patrick Farrugia, July to November 2015 in New Westminster, BC
At The Bunker and Sapperton Sadboy Safehouse with additional recording at Diamond Sharp Studios.

Music written and performed by Air Combat.
Graphic Design by Sheldon Stenning with Weight Creative.
Additional instrumentation by Patrick ‘Dadstache’ Farrugia.

Twenty Things Morning People Hate
The opposite of thoughts like this is just not just singing about this.
The opposite of homesickness is not just feeling lost like this.
The opposite of love like this is just not feeling up to it.
I’ve felt this way before, it’s six years of indifference.

It took me so damn long just to find out the right from the wrong and I..
You know I blame it all on my self.
I don’t think I don’t think that people change.

What are the things you care about now?
Let’s have a drink and celebrate,
The world is gunna run out of water.

“Twenty things morning people hate”
Weak journalism says it best:
You can’t care about the world when your life is a mess.

So what does it mean?
I don’t care what you say or you do,
I wanna make something beautiful and new for you.
I won’t take your words and sell them right back to you.

What are the things you care about now?
Let’s have a drink and celebrate,
The world is gunna run out of water.

So here’s the scene in twenty-something:
Everybody is offended by everything:
Stop shaming shame, but you can blame men
When a subset of people are the cause of your problem?

“Stop romanticizing romance”
“Stop idolizing idols”
Life isn’t about being comfortable, it’s actually about survival.

All the things I said over a year ago still hold true,
They didn’t have to.

It took me so damn long just to find out how to play along,
And I blame it all on how I was raised.
I hope I can change.

The opposite of homesickness is not feeling lost like this.
The opposite of love like this is not just feeling up to this.
The opposite of thoughts like this is not just singing about it.
The opposite of love like this is just not feeling lost like this.

Tree Flats

I have a reoccurring dream,
It’ll never happen cause I’m asleep.
I’m walking through the crowds,
Cliche but comfortable.

Nothing feels wrong,
The air is cool and I’m calm.
I wonder what I could have achieved
If only someone believed in me.

When I die,
Jumped for the second time
I’ll know what it’s like to live my life.
Looking over my shoulder,
Lost in my head, not again.
No, don’t take me back!

I’m too broke to live
But I don’t want to die just yet.
I don’t wanna die just yet.

It was easy when I knew what to ask for,
What to stand up for.
How to live your life with pride.
Perpetually at an empty highway’s side
With an empty heart at 5am, hoping I don’t get jumped again.

When I die,
Jumped for the third time
I’ll know what it’s like to live my life.
Looking over my shoulder,
Lost in my head, not again.
No, don’t take me back!

It was easy when you knew what to ask for,
What to stand up for.
How to live my life with pride.
Perpetually at an empty highway’s side
With an empty heart at 5am, hoping I don’t get jumped again.

No one’s as angry as a try hard and his band.
Yeah, no one’s as angry as a try hard and his fucking band.

You say that you want it bad,
But you act like you need it.
Oh!
Don’t take me back
Back to..

And you say that you want it!
But you act like you need it.
Oh!
Don’t take me back
Back to..

And when I die,
Jumped for the fourth time
I’ll know what it’s like to live my life.
Looking over my shoulder,
Lost in my head, not again.
Don’t take me
Don’t take me back.

I Felt It First
A blue truck in a cul-de-sac
Late at night I couldn’t sleep
That’s my earliest memory.
I don’t think that it’s right,
But I still think about it sometimes late at night

And it’s obscene
For a girl of nineteen
Not to have a dream.
(She didn’t have a dream!)
It’s more than sad:
It’s routine.

That’s how it’s always been.

We can’t be whatever we want to be,
We’re not born with unlimited choices.
I was born to tell you how to give up
And you wore born to take it.

In a perfect world, I’d know who I am and how to become it.
you have a calling: You’re a failure.
If you was born to paint, it’s your job to be a painter.

A blue truck in a cul-de-sac
Late at night I couldn’t sleep
That’s my earliest memory.
I don’t think that it’s right,
But I still think about it sometimes late at night.

Who the fuck gave up on you?

We can’t be whatever we want to be,
We’re not born with unlimited choices.
I was born to tell you how to give up
And you wore born to take it.

In a perfect world, I’d know who I am and how to become it.
you have a calling: You’re a failure.
If you was born to paint, it’s your job to be a painter.

April, where’s your halo?
Dead-Eyes says you’ll never quit
I think you’re dumb enough to believe in him.

You said what I said but worse,
You felt it stronger but I felt it first.
I felt it first.

Sleeping Patterns
She carries a dagger by her side just to make believe
She has control over her life.
(She won’t turn out like me)

If this is a safe place,
Then I know you’re not here to help me hurt myself.

She carries a dagger by her side just to make believe she has control over her life.
(She won’t turn out like me)

I got one thing right:
There’s no adventure to survive
So I’ll stay asleep just to feel alive.

When I speak, I am muted by someone who talks louder than me.
I sigh and believe that my jokes aren’t about dropping dead,
They’re about looking for a job or just getting out of bed

She carries a dagger by her side just to make believe she has control over her life.
(She won’t turn out like me)

But I got one thing right:
There’s no adventure to survive
So I’ll stay asleep just to feel alive.

If this is a safe place, then I know you’re not here to help.
Yeah, say it with a straight face, cause I know you’re not here to help me hurt myself.

She carries a dagger by her side just to make believe she has control over her life.
(She won’t turn out like me)

Choose Your Own Adventure
I’m not here to say that I live for this,
Cause half the time I can’t handle it.

I’ll choose to remember what I can of it
And the feelings – I think – probably happened.
I hope they could be real again, if I ever really had them.

Every time I go home all I see is people telling me how they’ve changed while acting the same.

I’ll choose to remember what I can of it
And the feelings – I think – probably happened.
I hope they could be real again, if I ever really had them.

You’re always talking, high on something
No one’s watching
Don’t you see, not everyone’s right.

You’re always talking, high on something
No one’s watching
Don’t you see, not everyone’s like me.

Every time I go home all I see is people telling me how they’ve changed while acting the same.

I’m not here to say I live for this
‘Cause half of the time I can’t handle it.
It’s not how I remembered it,
You can still die without ever having lived.

Keena

No!
Hold me up to breathe,
Impersonate me,
Let me live vicariously,
While I fall apart with my dreams.
Death from my old friends:
A lack of actions

It’s different now.
So I tell myself
I let myself down.

I’m there now,
Acting scared behind the couch
Ill see you later…

You’re just one more thing I have to do today.
You know I blame it all on you.
Dead-Eyes says the same thing too,
He’s the reason I refused.

Yelling out car windows I clutched the back of the chair.

It’s like a rainy day where you trace your fingertips in fogged up glass,
Or the fresh smell of blankets straight from the dryer.
Do you remember?

I still think about you fucking someone else,
It was a holiday and I never felt quite the same.

I liked you more than those things.
I never felt quite the same.

You’re just one more thing I have to do today.
You know I blame it all on you,
Dead-Eyes says the same thing too.
He’s the reason I refused .

Yelling out car windows I clutched the back of the chair,
As beauty’s best friend stares, still acts like he cares.

Finally, its different.
But can you imagine spending all this time heading in the wrong direction?
You should have learned your goddamn lesson.

It’s all okay.
They wanted to say
That it’s all okay ’cause it happened that way.
Yeah, it’s all okay, that’s how it should be.
And It’s all okay ’cause it happened to me.

No!
Hold me up to breathe,
Impersonate me,
Let me live vicariously,
While I fall apart with my dreams.
Death from my old friends:
A lack of actions

Yelling out car windows I clutched the back of the chair,
As beauty’s best friend stares, still acts like he cares.

See you later, Keena.

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