Saturday, September 27, 2014

September 27, 2014

Got no plans tonight? Now you do: Dead Bars at the Kraken, 9:00 p.m., opening for Lincoln Hawk, Bastards of Young, and Civil War Rust.
And here's some other cream that rose to the top:

Kung Fu Vampire
The club listings accidentally ran the names of two acts together, so at first I thought it was Kung Fu Vampire Psych Ward Druggies, which was too over-the-top good to be true. I still love the B-movie vibe. 

Moon Taxi
And step on it!

Oh, happy language that allows transformation from mundane kitchen appliance to Western outlaw by the simple removal of context.

Twang Junkies
Too much is not enough.

The Unsinkable Heavies
I always enjoy a good paradox.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

September 21, 2014

It's still sunny and warm, but it must be fall now -- leaves are turning color, it's dark by 7:30 p.m., and you can buy Halloween candy at the grocery store. Treasure the remaining days when you feel like wearing shorts and drinking outside. Soon enough, we'll want to huddle in the dark and turn up the music. Here are just a few bands who might be willing to help out with that:

Deep Sea Thunderbeast
Without resorting to Google, I'm happy to take this for an English translation of a) the scientific name of a prehistoric marine reptile; b) the German name for a really big whale; or c) Godzilla. It's a solid yet evocative description of . . . something loud.

The Man from Somewhere Else
It's fun to imagine a place where the person who fits this vague description is distinct enough for the definite article. Actually, I grew up there.

Running the words together transforms an entry in an agricultural fair into a miserly champion who hoards all the medals.

Skies Below
I like the disorientation packed into this simple phrase, and it gives me a literary idea. (Sit tight; maybe it'll go away). In one of my SF manuscripts, a character speaks metaphorically of "kissing the sky." A recent reader pointed out that as he is already in space at the time, he is outside the sky/atmosphere and maybe I should choose another word. Well, maybe. Or I might have another character puncture his poetry, and then remind him of it on re-entry, as they kiss the sky from above.

Wild Pack of Canaries
"Pack" is a hilarious word to apply to little songbirds, but I imagine the din is epic. 

Saturday, September 13, 2014

September 13, 2014

The random music mix at our house is gaining a strange intelligence. Last night it came up with this Walt Kelly classic:

Oh, roar a roar for Nora
Nora Alice in the night
For she has seen Aurora
Borealis burning bright.
A furor for our Nora
And applaud aurora seen!
Where throughout the summer has
Our borealis been?

Tonight should have perfect viewing weather, so I'm hoping to catch a glimpse of the Northern Lights, if there aren't too many trees and too many lights. If not me, someone else will, and I am happy for them.

Meanwhile, out where the boom bands play:

Bongo Love
I'm starting to feel this, after a lifetime of being uncertain about bongos. I got my spouse a beautiful set last Christmas, and have been learning to play them. There's something satisfying about getting that nice doong sound with just fingers on drumskin.

Manifested Travesty
I love the internal rhyme, and the very erudite way of saying "obvious lie." Pure poetry.

Stitched Up Heart
This name manifests what comes after the heartbreak songs that make up so much of pop music: dress the wounds so they can heal, then go on, scarred but yet alive.

Stories Away
Stories are that powerful. Drop them with care; they tend to explode.

Valhalla Boys & Girls Club
I have to admit I wasn't very excited about my band-name search this week, until I came to this one, which buoyed my enthusiasm enough that I went back and uncovered the four gems above. I imagine kids getting out of class and crossing the rainbow bridge to their after-school program. I wonder if their parents know about the quaffing and fighting?

Saturday, September 6, 2014

September 6, 2014

Having now played at the ostensibly haunted Jewelbox Theater, I think I can say "haunted" = "has hummy old wiring." But maybe it is haunted, because not one but two kickdrum feet were lost without a trace. Good thing I always carry spares! In spite of the hum and the ghosts, the sound in that place is great and I urge you to check it out.

The listings were rich with appealing band names this week. I narrowed it down to these lucky five:

American Roulette
Just like Russian Roulette, but with a high-capacity magazine to -- um -- improve your chances.

Drains to Sound
I love these kind of "found names" that reorganize your understanding of simple words. Is it just coincidence that Seattle, a city with a lively music scene, is on the shores of a body of water called a sound? Makes it almost too easy to name a band, when you can just use something you found stenciled on the curb.

Element A440
Gotta like a technical music reference, especially when it sounds scientific.

Five Alarm Funk
As much as I appreciate northwest loser pride, I also love when a group has the confidence to own how hot they are.

Glaciers on the Moon
As a space travel and science fiction fan, I'm always on the lookout for space-related band names. I like this one because it sounds made-up on the face of it, but there very well might be water ice deep in some of the moon's craters. Our solar system is still full of surprises.