Square Pig in a Round Hole-October 14, 2017

Square PigNaming 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 (usually) 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!

I’ve been on vacation this week, and spent part of the time recording two songs by St. Rage, the fictional teenage garage band featured in my debut novel The Gospel According to St Rage. (Thanks to Your Mother Should Know for sitting in for the fictional musicians.) In the book they record and release a 4-song EP, but three other songs are mentioned. We recorded one of them over a year ago: “Something of Mine,” which is about blood donation. Once these last two are finished, all three can finally get out into the world. It seems appropriate that I have an appointment to donate at Bloodworks NW this afternoon.

Blood donation precludes going out and standing up for hours, but I hope these well-named bands all draw appreciative crowds:

afterspace

Enjoying the typographical play: there is “space” but no space after “after”.

Bird Concerns

Food; water; mate; safe nesting space; clean windshield to mess up. Have I missed any?

Devoured by Flowers

From horror to beauty, the rhyme makes it an almost acceptable way to go.

ECHO OHs

Sonic and visual echoes built into the name!

Preyer

Comes across as more spiritual than predator, but someone else still gets eaten. (Also on the bill: Square Pig faves Power Skeleton!)

 

 

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Square Pig in a Round Hole-October 8, 2017

Square PigNaming 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 (usually) 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!

After a post-equinox return of summer, it feels like we’ve suddenly turned the corner into fall for sure. Friday night’s wind filled our yard with leaves and inclined us to turn the heat on. Meanwhile, band names sprout like mushrooms in the dampness:

Dopey’s Robe

Dopey was always my favorite dwarf. Because he was the youngest? Because he didn’t talk? Because his robe was too big? Dunno. Maybe because he got kissed twice.

Galaxy Research

This one combines two of my favorite things: music and space science. They’re never short of wonders.

Moon Human

Cultures differ on whether the face in the moon is a man or a woman. I like this egalitarian approach, though it leaves out those who think it’s a rabbit. (Based on the Facebook url, I suspect I picked them before under another name, Rainy Day Splish Splosh Band.)

Screature

Horror-movie two-fer: monster and sound track both.

Variety Pack

A variety pack somehow renders the mundane (cereal, chips) special. Is it the variety, or is it the pack? Maybe it’s the tiny packages.

Review: You’ve never seen a doomsday like it

You've never seen a doomsday like itYou’ve never seen a doomsday like it by Kate Garrett (Indigo Dreams Publishing, 2017)

From the back of the book: “These are poems about surviving doomsdays. People use the word doomsday to describe the apocalypse, and apocalypse simply means ‘an uncovering of knowledge.’ Every life has its share of apocalyptic moments—not only great catastrophes, but also small secret revelations, and surprise twists of good fortune as well. They leave you with lessons learned, and stories to tell.”

I’ve often said I don’t trust poetry. Why is it so sneaky, and what is it for, anyway? But I love this idea of personal-sized apocalypses, and surviving to tell the tale. “Doomsday” also implies approaching disaster, and these poems tell of an escape, as in a disaster flick, not without dangers and setbacks, but step by step, poem by poem, reaching for something better. The 22 short poems (again, personal-sized, but not sentimental or self-indulgent) are arranged to suggest a narrative of that hard-fought journey to freedom.

The first poems present a child who can’t afford to be too innocent but who stubbornly forms her own self, chasing pixies in “Adrenaline and Sassafras,” spooking and thrilling cabin-mates in “The devil in the room,” and campground trick-or-treating in the spooky, atmospheric prose poem “Peanut Butter Moon,” in which she emerges “from the trees, one chocolate bar clutched to my chest like a dark moon medal—a consolation prize for coming back from the dead.” Then a teenager takes risks and finds a measure of freedom in “Anarchy called collect and I was happy to answer” and “Mint car.” The title poem has her selling off pieces of her childhood to fund her escape, anticipation and discipline overcoming nostalgia. The escape happens, but leads through peril (“Something you see in movies”), disorientation (“North by Midwest”), and loss (“Meeting Tink at a bar in Heaven”) to grown-up love and home (“A change of habit”, “They say three is a magic number”). In the final poem, “Gravida 5, Parity 3,” the child is now a mother considering the three children she has, the one on the way, and her “little never sprouted” who “was the first, a scout sent to map a universe I’ll never know.” Loss, abundance, and wonder, all compressed and distilled in less than a page.

That, my friends, is what poetry is for. Check it out.

 

Square Pig in a Round Hole-September 30, 2017

Square PigNaming 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 (usually) 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!

This was the only weekend this month that wasn’t booked solid. There were a plethora of interesting events we could have gone to. The most appealing turned out to be staying home. But if you want to go out, don’t let me stop you! These and other bands would appreciate your presence:

Niagara Moon

The most overtly romantic name I have seen in a long, long time. Somewhat but not completely undercut by the misspelling in the club listings that implied a kinship to a well-known ED medication.

Old Foals

There’s something you don’t see every day: a double pun that’s also an oxymoron!

Reptaliens

B-movie vibe doesn’t get any better than this.

The Thrown Ups

When maturity makes you barf. (Included in honor of a young adult I know who has anxiety that manifests as if it were food poisoning. As he approaches the end of school and the start of job hunt, it has gotten suddenly worse.)

Voodoo Glow Skulls

By happy chance, my spouse took this epic photo of a tiny shaker as he left our music studio Monday night. I don’t know about voodoo, but it was a magic moment.

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Square Pig in a Round Hole-September 23, 2017

Square PigNaming 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 (usually) 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!

It must really be fall: last weekend, we turned off the AC, then three days later, we turned on the heat. Also, there’s stuff going on every night of the week, some of it involving music, and much of that, thank deity-of-choice, involving band names. These five caught my attention this week:

Fashionism

Style we can believe in. (I’m an anti-fashionist myself, but I’ll make an exception here.)

Herb & Jellyfish

Music duo or tomorrow’s cuisine from warming oceans? None of those rural jellyfish for us.

Lost Eyedentity

Reminds me of that time they had me take off my glasses for a driver’s license photo. It’s a good picture but I don’t recognize me.

Serpentent

When you’re sorry you talked to snakes.

Swedish Finnish

Happy chance that one letter turns it from a flooring choice to the heritage of at least one of my friends.

Square Pig in a Round Hole-September 17, 2017

Square Pig

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 (usually) 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!

It was still summer on Friday when we drove across the state to take one of our young adults to Eastern Washington University. Early Saturday morning, it was cold enough for frost at the Turnbull National Wildlife Refuge. Today, it’s raining again in Seattle; summer is officially over even though we’re still a few days from the equinox. Fortunately, band names know no season. Here are this week’s favorites:

At Both Ends

I’m too old to live this way anymore, but I respect the hold-nothing-back attitude.

Bobaflex

Bounty hunter discovers the real money is in exercise equipment.

Caked Up

Literal sugar high, with candles on top. (See above, At Both Ends.)

Harmful If Swallowed

Equally applicable to chemicals, flattery, campaign promises, or a box of hammers.

Orphaned Land

A whole melancholy story in only two words.

Square Pig in a Round Hole-September 9, 2017

Square PigNaming 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 (usually) 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!

I made the mistake of trying to participate in two events in one weekend. The Friday one was so good, I had to leave the Saturday one early or risk falling over. Note to self: playing a gig and staying out till 1 am drains both physical and social energy for the whole next day. Sorry, Readerfest; I hope everyone else is having a good time. (It goes till 6 p.m., so you can still make it if you hurry!) But band names wait for no blogger, so here they are:

Black Doubt

Looks like a slough of despond, sounds like what happens when you throw back a few too many. And I can’t overlook how it seems to refer to a song by Your Mother Should Know, which we performed last night.

Cape Disappointment

The place names around here reveal that Northwest loser pride goes way back.

Coast Modern

Ultracool and stylish yet laid-back and chill. Baffles the heartland.

Smoke Season

Eerily topical after the week we’ve had. Please tell me it’s almost over.

YURT

Although I’m a fan of band names that are hilariously too long, I’m also fond of monosyllables, especially those that denote snugness. (See also Pouch.)