Tonight! Your Mother Should Know is pleased and honored to be included with Old Man Williamson, Pouch and Peterman on the bill for Peterman's record release at Victory Lounge, 9:00 p.m. Free! I even get to step out from behind the drums and sing one number, so it's a momentous occasion.
And we're not the only well named bands out there this week. Try these on:
Golden Robot Army
I'm thinking old-school giant robots here, with laser eyes, and golden armor gleaming in the sun as they take their rightful place as our overlords.
Kingdom Crumbs
. . . thy will be dumb . . .
Loud Eyes
That's some serious synesthesia! Not just mis-wired senses, but the sensory organs themselves, doing things they can't.
Special Explosion District
Anywhere on July 4?
The Woolen Men
I picture a set of cuddly knitted golems. I wish they were on the same bill with the Golden Robot Army.
Naming a band is an act of concentrated creative expression. Square Pig in a Round Hole exists to reward five favorite band names each week. Winners are listed alphabetically. Selection is wholly unscientific and subject to whim, with a bias toward wordplay, humor, and local flavor. In most cases, I won't know anything about the bands at the time of selection. Thanks to the Seattle Times club listings for abundant source material!
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Saturday, July 6, 2013
Saturday, June 29, 2013
June 29, 2013
How can this be? It's hot, and still June! Does this bode well or ill for July 4? Which reminds me: time for a shameless plug! Your Mother Should Know is pleased and honored to be included with Pouch and Peterman on the bill for Peterman's record release at Victory Lounge next Saturday, July 6, 8:30 p.m. And on Friday, July 5, 8:00 p.m. the members of Your Mother Should Know (Neal Kosaly Meyer and yours truly) will present "Songs Your Mother Should Know," a three-song cycle of Neal's recent neo-Tin-Pan-Alley songs at Seattle Composers Salon, Chapel Performance Space,
4649 Sunnyside Ave N, 4th Fl, Seattle. $5 - $15 sliding scale admission.
There's lots going on before that, and here is a well-named sampling:
"Botheration" was one of my mom's favorite (clean) exclamations. I love the association of an old-fashioned expression with today's music.
This one hits my fantasy reader and writer spot. While you're worrying about the dragon's mouth, the tail will come around and take you out from behind.
It's way too warm to want a fuzzy cloak, but it's such a comforting image. Or is it . . . distortion?
An audacious and clever punning nod to history and activism.
I couldn't believe I hadn't done this name already. It has the obvious sludgy, undead association, but then you say it out loud and it sounds like something completely different. They keep being on bills with friends of YMSK, so I'm bound to hear them before long.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
October 6, 2012
As I blog, I'm listening to Your Mother Should Know, live at the Blue Moon. We sound pretty good! But the best part of playing shows is still that it ensures we get out regularly to hear other people. Yeah, I'm talking about you, Andrew James Robison, Red Ribbon, and Peterman! Great show. On to Reverb Fest tonight. Meanwhile, some band names:
Brokestra
In which our heroes discover just how much money there is to be made in music.
Little Green Cars
One of my brother's high school classmates owned a little green Opel named Stewart (after a pet turtle, I believe). I've liked little green cars ever since, especially when they have names.
My Heart is an Idiot
Technically not a band, but this about sums up 98% of blues, rock and country songs.
Pink House
Across from my childhood home was a pink house, known as The Pink House. Later, it was painted white, and now it's yellow, but it will always be The Pink House to me.
Two Heads is Twice as Many Teeth
Why mess around with metaphor when you can go straight to literal, mathematical fact?
Brokestra
In which our heroes discover just how much money there is to be made in music.
Little Green Cars
One of my brother's high school classmates owned a little green Opel named Stewart (after a pet turtle, I believe). I've liked little green cars ever since, especially when they have names.
My Heart is an Idiot
Technically not a band, but this about sums up 98% of blues, rock and country songs.
Pink House
Across from my childhood home was a pink house, known as The Pink House. Later, it was painted white, and now it's yellow, but it will always be The Pink House to me.
Two Heads is Twice as Many Teeth
Why mess around with metaphor when you can go straight to literal, mathematical fact?
Saturday, September 29, 2012
September 29, 2012
So I'm trolling through the Times club listings like I always do on Friday afternoon, looking for good blog material, when I come to the very last listing: Your Mother Should Know, Peterman, Red Ribbon, Andrew James Robison, Thursday night at the Blue Moon. It took me half a tick to go, "Hey! I know those guys! That's us!" Here's the link to the events page: http://www.facebook.com/events/526955247320118/
And I found some other good names, too:
Deerhoof
Eyeball
New Lungs
These three all appeal to me for the same reason -- odd parts out of the context. They can be regarded as gross (in your soup), sinister (giant movie monster), comical (how is one eyeball going to play all the instruments?!) or perhaps hopeful (a new set of lungs when the old ones fail). I kind of hoped to do an all body-parts theme, but I couldn't find two more.
Great Spiders
Giant spider in the third act!
The Leafy Greens
I have always maintained that rock music is good for you.
And I found some other good names, too:
Deerhoof
Eyeball
New Lungs
These three all appeal to me for the same reason -- odd parts out of the context. They can be regarded as gross (in your soup), sinister (giant movie monster), comical (how is one eyeball going to play all the instruments?!) or perhaps hopeful (a new set of lungs when the old ones fail). I kind of hoped to do an all body-parts theme, but I couldn't find two more.
Great Spiders
Giant spider in the third act!
The Leafy Greens
I have always maintained that rock music is good for you.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
September 8, 2012
If I hadn't been up late last night and if I didn't have to get up tomorrow, I would be at the Funhouse tonight for Tom Price Desert Classic and Pierced Arrows. So if you weren't and/or don't, go! On Monday (again, at the Funhouse), I'm sad to be missing Peterman, Charms, and Andrew James Robison, who have appeared with Your Mother Should Know on other occasions. Darn this grown-up schedule, anyway! And there's much, much more to choose from this week:
Dante Vs. Zombies
This sounds like one of those literature + monsters mash-ups. My money's on Dante, because he's got Virgil and the virtuous pagans backing him up. (That would be a good name for a band, too).
Not From Brooklyn
I guess Brooklyn is where the New York hipsters go now, but what could be hipper than Seattle? (Apparently, Tacoma!) After I left Tacoma, I did live on Brooklyn for a month, but that was a long time ago.
Snaketopus
I like this one because it's just campy and silly. Do the tentacles have snake heads? Does it slither up onto the beach and bite people?
Squirrel of Shame
Years ago, I read The Children of Odin to my kids. One of my favorite figures was Ratatosk, the Squirrel of Discord that runs up and down the World Ash Tree. I'm guessing this is his brother.
Trampled By Turtles
I love this image, because of the slow speed. Anything heavy enough to do any damage, you could just roll out of the way. I picture some poor dude, passed out and engulfed by turtles.
Dante Vs. Zombies
This sounds like one of those literature + monsters mash-ups. My money's on Dante, because he's got Virgil and the virtuous pagans backing him up. (That would be a good name for a band, too).
Not From Brooklyn
I guess Brooklyn is where the New York hipsters go now, but what could be hipper than Seattle? (Apparently, Tacoma!) After I left Tacoma, I did live on Brooklyn for a month, but that was a long time ago.
Snaketopus
I like this one because it's just campy and silly. Do the tentacles have snake heads? Does it slither up onto the beach and bite people?
Squirrel of Shame
Years ago, I read The Children of Odin to my kids. One of my favorite figures was Ratatosk, the Squirrel of Discord that runs up and down the World Ash Tree. I'm guessing this is his brother.
Trampled By Turtles
I love this image, because of the slow speed. Anything heavy enough to do any damage, you could just roll out of the way. I picture some poor dude, passed out and engulfed by turtles.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
July 28, 2012
TOMORROW NIGHT! Your Mother Should Know, with Charms, The Belmont Whips and Peterman at the Comet Tavern. $6 cheap! Doors open at 8, music starts at 9. We go on around midnight, so it'll be my birthday by then and I'll be up way past my bedtime. Should be a good show -- come out and celebrate with me.
And I Am the Riot
I wonder what came before the conjunction -- "You are the . . ." I like that it's not a riot, but the riot.
The Belmont Whips
This one gets in because I recognized the Castlevania reference all by myself.
Headless Pez
The repeated short e sound makes this trip off the tongue. The object itself is hilariously lame -- without the head, it's not worth anything as a collectible, and I'm not even sure it would work as a dispenser. Now I'm tasting Pez just by thinking about them.
Penguin Prison
Penguins behind bars -- now that's just sad.
Spaceman Flu
I researched spacesickness for a science fiction novel. Early in the US space program, they didn't realize it existed and were very concerned when some of the astronauts would suddenly barf in the cockpit. I suppose they wondered if it was some weird spaceman flu.
And I Am the Riot
I wonder what came before the conjunction -- "You are the . . ." I like that it's not a riot, but the riot.
The Belmont Whips
This one gets in because I recognized the Castlevania reference all by myself.
Headless Pez
The repeated short e sound makes this trip off the tongue. The object itself is hilariously lame -- without the head, it's not worth anything as a collectible, and I'm not even sure it would work as a dispenser. Now I'm tasting Pez just by thinking about them.
Penguin Prison
Penguins behind bars -- now that's just sad.
Spaceman Flu
I researched spacesickness for a science fiction novel. Early in the US space program, they didn't realize it existed and were very concerned when some of the astronauts would suddenly barf in the cockpit. I suppose they wondered if it was some weird spaceman flu.
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