Posts Tagged ‘Humor’

PICKING A BAND NAME

Tuesday, November 10th, 2009

After 2 years of being bandless, I have serendipitously found myself a part of a new band that I’m really excited about. But whiskey, 5-minute guitar solos, and compliments like “dude that was awesome” can only take you so far. The next key step to any band is picking a name. So vital is this process that it can make or break a band before they’ve even had a gig. Take Maroon 5 for instance. Before they invested in the classic “color + number” formula, they were called “Kara’s Flowers.” Clearly that wasn’t going anywhere, however, I’m sure the flower shop down the street was ecstatic to get so much additional business. Matchbox 20 is another great case. Following the tried and true path of “word-ending-in-’box’ + number” they were able to overcome the hurdles that their first band name, “Tabitha’s Secret”, presented. Most of it was due to a second trademark lawsuit brought by Tabitha after they lost their first battle to Victoria.

So here we are, at this vital crossroads in our band career. We must choose a name. And not any name. A GREAT name. A name that can be plastered on billboards, television teleprompters and panties. My first suggestions were:

Babies Taste Good
Oops I Dropped The Soap
Damn, I Thought That JalapeƱo Was An Olive
Hot Tubs At Midnight
I Thought I Told You I Changed My Number
Actually You Are Pretty
Exxon
Panic In The Cubicle
&
Vital Breathe
[choose any color][choose any number]
[word ending in "box"][choose any number]
R.T.A.B.F.G.T.
We-Tried-To-Think-Of-A-Witty-Somewhat-Topical-Band-Name-But-Ended-Up-Passing-Out-From-Our-Own-Pretentiousness

But these left bandmates feeling dirty and confused. So the next stage included the following suggestions (and yes, these are real and still technically possibilities):

Hidden Planetbut I don’t use enough space echo delay for this band name
Early Morning SundayI’m always asleep at this time, making music playing difficult
Lion RedI fear this would make us seem dislexic
Based on Reality(1) My life is based on the imaginary, (2) I hate reality TV shows
Kill the RadioRadio is already dying, we don’t need to kick it while it’s down
Misfit GenerationWe’re not a punk band. And even if we were… well, no.
Social TensionDistortion, Tension, can anyone really tell the difference?
Balking at the SubjectToo “baseball” meets “middle school” for my taste
Original SubjectA bit too “dorky-kid-wants-to-feel-special-in-middle-school” for me
Planned ExcapeNot sure where the “x” came from, but I might reconsider this if I were opening a titty bar
The LionsWe’re simply not good enough at this point or indie enough to have a name like this
Oakland Street Band…except that only one of us may have spent any time on Oakland Street
The LocalsDifficult application when touring to other cities we’ve never been to
Reality BitesI try to avoid law suits with 90s movies at all costs
Half-Baked ideaI don’t even think any of us smoke weed…
Bane’s Daughter BandNone of us are girls or have parents named “Bane”… that I know of…
Case of the MondaysNot quite ready to be that cubicle-bound-suppressed-tie-wearing-office-worker-who-also-plays-cover-songs-at-Chili’s-on-Wednesdays guy
Back Stage WestCardinal directions confuse me when I’m drunk
Kanye West Meltdownmmm, topical…but where will be in 20 years?
Vegan TuesdayI don’t like vegetables or Tuesdays enough to latch onto this
Found Suspension WHAT?!? Why in God’s name would we want to suspend food? Oh wait, that says “Found”, my bad, I see where my head is at.
Regular Unleadedthat’s like saying “we’re not quite hard enough to be called ‘Diesel’”
AmsterdamCity names are always a solid bet… follow in the footsteps of Chicago and Boston. But I’m not sure my love of absinthe is enough to keep this one in the mix
Echo DistortionToo many effects… clean tones are where it’s at
Indie UndergroundWe are neither.
Lion RogueAgain, some fear of being labeled a dyslexic, but maybe if you reverse it…
Calico CollectiveI prefer Persian cats.
Calico PerspectiveI still prefer Persian cats.
Woodland War HeroesYES! And our first gig can be at Dragoncon 2010!
Devon HeraldI don’t know who this is, but he’ll probably sue us.
Emblem Vague, dark, brooding. Can’t live up to that.
The Amber LionsWhew, proper adjective-noun placement. But I don’t like the color amber.
The Scarlet SoundWhat if “sound” was actually “letter” and we wore matching sweaters?
Loose Neck BabiesMaking fun on babies born without spinal cords is neither funny nor practical.
DavenportFirst I would need to know where this city is located.
Author’s Architectthis just confuses me
Channel 71shit, what if there’s already a band named “Channel 72″? Then what??
Canal SweepersThis is an impossible task. Chimneys are more doable.
Drifting Woodies (haha)……ha ha indeed. That means “no”
The Contortionistonly if we could hire one to be on stage with us at all times
Frankincense & Spursooo, Jesus meets Basketball meets Cowboys… both sexy and intriguing…
Winchester Derby Paradewe could play the NRA-sponsored tent at the next horse race… but then again, I don’t look good wrapped in a confederate flag
Castle BaileyWho is Bailey?
Seascape Conductorif I were a retired train buff, this would be perfect
SecateursI have no idea what this means, but I think I like it

So that’s where we are. We are open to taking suggestions. And I suggest you make some. After all, if you’re reading this, you’re going to be seeing this name frequently in my status updates and live news feed… and yes, I know if you’ve hidden my live news feed.

Peace,
Mars

MY VERY OWN ECONOMIC STIMULUS PACKAGE

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

Inspired by Obama’s passionate love for AIG and the influx of hundreds of billions of newly-created dollars into our economy, I have decided to offer the public my very own stimulus package. Such generosity cannot be born alone. We all must make sacrifices and help everyone who is suffering from these tough economic times. It is not just the filthy-rich-Wharton-MBA-catered-lunch-bad-business-decision-making corporate titans that need our money, it’s also the little guy that lost his job. Mom and pop who just had to hang the “closed” sign permanently on their cute, old-fashioned stationary store. So here is my offer to the United States of America:

Step 1: I am piling all the crap I don’t want anymore into a box. Potentially multiple boxes (depending on the size of the box)(No, I will not cut a hole in the box).

Step 2: I am going to give this box (or boxes) away.

Yes, that’s right. I am just going to give it away. I have been blessed to keep my job, so I don’t feel the need to profit off this extraordinarily generous offer. Potentially BILLIONS of dollars of goods are being simply given away by me. The lucky person (or persons) who receive this stimulus package will be able to do whatever they want with everything in the box (or boxes). Keep it, eat it, store it, throw it at Obama, throw it at Bush, or even SELL IT. Yes that’s right, sell it. America was built on the little guy’s wife making aprons and the little guy selling them in the street for a profit. The beauty of my stimulus package is that the woman is not enslaved to making aprons. I’m giving them to you for FREE!!! (legal notice: no promise of aprons being in the box is made) You can choose to sell the box as a whole for some obscenely high price, or you can break it apart just like a Wall Street M&A mogul and sell off the pieces to make even more! The sky is your oyster when it comes to my stimulus package.

I know what you might be thinking, but no, you have to be dead before you can be deemed a saint. Good luck America. I will do my part. I just hope everyone else will follow my lead.

Special Addendum: I am pleased to hear that my economic stimulus package has sparked others to do the same. However, I am getting reports of difficulty with Step 2. Allow me to offer a few tips that may help make this a bit easier:

1. Carry box with you to a street corner. Look for a car that was made prior to 1993 (most cars built after this year have doors that automatically lock once in the car). When such a car comes to a stop, open the passenger side or back seat door (for more details see Grand Theft Auto IV), then throw the box into the car. Shut the door and run away. If you hear loud honking, that’s just their way of saying “Thanks fellow American!”

2. Dress up like a Publix employee. Bring the box to Publix and place it underneath the bags at a cashier’s lane. When you start bagging someone’s groceries, first place the box in the cart, then place the groceries on top of the box. Just imagine how thrilled they will be about your economic stimulus package when they get home! Go get ‘em Joe America!

3. Next time your mailman comes around, bring the box down with you to greet him. Give him a hug and thank him profusely for serving our country. When he goes to the mailbox flustered, place the box inside the mail truck. Be sure you have taped the box up with USPS-approved masking tape and write “Anybody” in Sharpie on the top. Who knows who will get the package. Lucky bastard.

25 THINGS I WOULD NOT BUY ON THE INTERNET – CRAIGSLIST EXCLUDED

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

1. Laughing gas
2. Weaponry
3. Bacon
4. Kidneys
5. All-You-Can-Eat Thrashers Tickets
6. All-You-Can-Eat Braves Tickets
7. Money
8. Pets, particularly birds
9. Anything from someone named “Scooter”
10. Anything from someone with an online nickname that includes “sexi” or “dajim”
11. A Piano
12. More bacon
13. Over 20 pounds of bananas
14. Winter Olympic Tickets … been there done that, not a pleasant experience
15. Trees
16. Potting soil
17. Anything that involves more than one scoop of packing peanuts
18. A penis mightier
19. Brides from Russia
20. Live Maine lobster
21. Perishable food items
22. Snuggies
23. Tater mitts
24. Advice regarding Rules To A Flat Stomach (especially from someone wearing a pink, argyle, tank top)
25. Plates with some historical figure’s face painted on it