Saturday, April 28, 2012

April 28, 2012

Young Fresh Fellows at the Sunset tonight! We're going to try to make it -- a reward after a day of errands.

This week's picks:

Automotive Steamhorse
Only two words, but so many syllables! I picture somebody driving a locomotive down the street.
The Hoot Hoots
I like the repetition (they must not have been playing the week that was my theme) and the onomatopoeia of the word "hoot." Plus I'm rather fond of owls, so there you go.

Imagine Dragons
I'm always happy to imagine dragons. Not sure I want to meet one, but imagine? Sure.

The Mighty Squirrels
I first noticed this band because they're on the same bill YFF, but I will always get behind anything that is both small and mighty.

Yellow Dubmarine
Yellow Submarine was my introduction to the Beatles, when I was too young to know what the heck was going on. My sister, whose birthday is today, had a Yellow Submarine lunchbox! (No, we don't know where it is). This transformation is almost too easy, but it was the first name to draw a chuckle, always a good measure for what goes in the blog.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

April 21, 2012

If it seems too nice out to go inside and hear a band, just remember, rain will surely come again. This week's picks:

Larry and His Flask
I like this on its own -- just a man and his bottle -- but it was made even better by being on the same bill with two bands who have the classic "X and the Y" naming structure. "And His" gives the classic a nice twist.

Post Paint
We have a running joke about second-generation post-painterly abstractionism, which apparently means something to someone. This is way better.

The Purpose Being
We also have a running joke about an entity known as The Time Being, for whom we leave things. This must be its cousin.

Red Means Go
Enough to make me leave the car in the garage forever.

Yay Conifers
Because without 'em, there'd be no Evergreen State, right? Go, gymnosperms!

Saturday, April 14, 2012

April 14, 2012

Truths observed of late: Friday the 13th is always lucky for those who get paid on the 15th; a fine spring day in Seattle is as close to Paradise as we're likely to get in this life; and making music with like-minded folks is a foretaste of the heavenly banquet. On with the list:

& Yet
Talk about starting in the middle of things. Aside from the coolness of starting a name with an ampersand (which Blogger does not allow in its labels), "and yet" is one of my favorite phrases, implying as it does that in spite of whatever has gone before, there is still hope.

Bear in Heaven
I suppose this is a play on the "beer in heaven" question. I picture a paradise of huckleberries, honey, and grubs.

Foxy Shazam
Sounds like a super-heroine from a '70s blaxploitation film. This chick is empowered!

Go Kart Mozart
Far-flung images brought together by the magic of rhyme.

Two Ton Boa
That's a lot of feathers. Just imagine the size of the stripper who wears this thing!

Saturday, April 7, 2012

April 7, 2012

I was reading through the club listings yesterday, making my picks -- Moostache, OK; Matt Badger and His Flock of Knives, OK -- when I hit "Curtains for You, Youth Rescue Mission, The Tailenders, Your Mother Should Know" and got all distracted. Your Mother Should Know? That's my band! Wheee! Then I pulled myself together and made the rest of my picks before loading drums for the show, which went great. It was a joy to open for such a fine assortment of bands. Now, back to business:

Boom Chick
This is me! And also onomatopoeia for what I do. (And they have the same instrumentation and division of labor as Your Mother Should Know!)

Madness Becomes Method
This must be that kind of method where you keep doing the same thing but expect different results.

Matt Badger and His Flock of Knives
I never imagined knives flocking before. I wouldn't stand too close to the stage if I were you.

Change one letter and you get a milk commercial. One of the great uses of a pun in advertising.

Repave the Skies
Hey, this implies that we already have our flying cars! It's the future! And the sky has potholes! The more things change . . .