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!
Brunch and flowers are fine, but I propose a new Mother’s Day tradition: take Mom to a bar, buy her a drink, and introduce her to her new favorite band. If like me you’re missing her, lift a glass and sing her a song that was a hit before your mother was born.
This week’s favorite band names:
I’m stretching the definition of band name to include this modern dance and film company because they present live music/dance events and because I love the name. Things have come to a sorry pass when even dead birds start marching.
Heartbreaking that even the beloved biscuit could be lonely. Invite them to brunch.
When your steed needs a hangover breakfast. Play on near-homophones that look nothing alike on the page; thanks, English spelling.
Another one that isn’t exactly a band name but close enough for my purposes. This sister act spells it out: there’s nothing jollier than making music with your siblings.
Does hybridization speed up the turtle or slow down the dolphin?
Bonus gift: original fiction for Mother’s Day. Have tissues at hand.
Karen Eisenbrey 