Saturday, November 26, 2011

November 26, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving! This year, I am thankful for music and bands and the opportunity to play and sing with other people. The first Your Mother Should Know gig was a success, even if I did dream about loading and unloading drums half the night. Many thanks to Mike Gervais of Curtains for You for helping us out on sax!!! I like these names this week:

City Bear
OK, probably not a great idea in reality, but I picture a business-casual bear in hipster glasses riding the bus downtown, getting some coffee, working in an office all day, and then going out on the weekend to play some rock and roll with all the other cool bears.

The Deep Dark Woods
Where the bear actually belongs. This one has that Dante vibe, too.

Rhythm Pigs
Once again, us pigs gotta stick together. Do these pigs have rhythm, or are they hogging it from the rest of the barnyard?

Saturday Morning Cartoon
Oh, this takes me back! When I was a kid, we used to spend Saturday morning in front of the TV, eating pancakes and watching cartoons. In a photo taken when I was 2 or 3, my older brother stares at the screen with rapt attention while shoveling in pancakes, our sister sits up straight and smiles for the camera, and I look utterly perplexed. But I grew to love cartoons -- and their music.

This is a word, like gruntled or corrigible, that we don't see nearly enough, even though vincible is more likely than its opposite to be true of you and me.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

November 19, 2011

While there are advantages to joining a rock band as a grown-up -- rehearsal discipline, performance experience, conflict-resolution skills -- the hours make it a young person's sport! I'm still recovering from a late rehearsal two days ago, at which I broke my first drumstick in 36 years. But it's all for a good cause: Your Mother Should Know plays its first gig on Saturday, November 26, 1:00 pm in SkyChurch at EMP. We are stoked. I hope these guys are all as excited to play out as we are:

Change one letter and pastoral and bucolic turns sinister and grim.

Inspector Cluzo
I love those old Peter Sellers "Pink Panther" movies, so this goes in even if I don't know the story behind the spelling.

Noisy Pig
Us pigs have to stick together.

Rats in the Grass
To me, this is creepier than snakes in the grass. Rats come in greater numbers.

Stillborn Again Christians
The clever wordplay sums up the parable of the sower in Matthew 13. Sometimes the conversion doesn't take.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

November 12, 2011

Things have taken a definitive turn; the weather feels like typical November in Seattle. It kept us from going out to hear Pouch last night, but tonight we hope to find the will to get out for The True Bugs.

Are You a Cat?
You don't often see a band name that's a question. And what a question! If the answer is "yes" you can't expect an answer, or much more than a disdainful glance, rendering the question unnecessary.

Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children Macnuggits
Overlong and comically disturbing. I laugh and say "ew" in the same breath.

The True Bugs
I remember learning about true bugs in 9th grade biology. It was both gratifying and amusing to learn that "bug" was a technical term.

I've been thinking about vowel shifts recently. This is the first time I've considered a twang shift, but hey -- why not? Spoken language evolves, and I'm glad we don't yet all sound alike.

We Were Promised Jetpacks
I have an enduring soft spot for the past's vision of the future. We have near-instanteous global communication that some use to complain that we don't have jetpacks and flying cars. Meanwhile, I have at least 10 household lasers and I'm typing on a tiny yet powerful computer connected wirelessly to every other computer in the house and to the Internet. I admit it -- it's the future.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

November 5, 2011

Happy New Year! Square Pig begins its 2nd year, and there's no end of great band names in sight.

Black Plastic Clouds
As if black clouds weren't threatening enough! Any mention of black plastic reminds me of the ultimately ineffective weed barrier the previous owner of our house used in the front yard. We were digging pieces of black plastic out of the ground for years.

The Great Um
The irony of introducing someone or something great, and you can't remember their name.

This ends up being dark and juvenile all at once. The repeated "k" sound gives it a nice percussiveness. And they're on the same bill with Pouch, so they must be loud and awesome!

I'm surprised I haven't blogged about this band before. It's a palindrome with built-in humor. On a personal note, I'm a cat lover, and I was briefly known as Taco Man (when I lived in Tacoma - ha, ha), so I notice "taco" as a first syllable of pretty much anything.

The Whywolves
The resident youth says this is a reference to Adventuretime. Even if it isn't, it's funny and clever all on its own. I like the play on words that's one step past a pun.