The Kelly Affair formed in New York City in 2002, when
guitarist Amanda Christie tricked her friend Rania
Haditirto into joining her band as a bass player. Rania
checked out a “How to Play Bass” video from the
library, and Amanda did the same, teaching herself how
to play her beloved hollow-body Danelectro.
They lined up a couple different dudes to play drums for them
until late 2003, when they met Amanda Cantrell.
Cantrell had been playing drums for six months when
she heard a demo and thought it sounded cool. She
joined up and the earth shifted, elves danced around,
little kids pee’d themselves – in short, the chemistry
was finally right.
Since then, The Kelly Affair has played loads of shows,
logged in countless hours of
rehearsal, written a passel of new songs and imbibed
untold amounts of malt liquor. And God only knows how
much time they have spent bitching about boys. Which
reminds them – if you meet a member of the Kelly
Affair, you better be nice to them or they will write
a mean song about you. And it will rock, and people
will walk around singing “[Your name here] is a
douchebag, oh yeah,” and you definitely don’t want
that.
Ms. Cantrell has since moved across the pond to London, leaving Amanda and Rania in New York to write songs, play with random boy drummers, and keep the Kelly spirit alive.
