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!
Movies always show mourners gathered in the cemetery under umbrellas in the rain. Until today I had never experienced that in real life. Unlike in the movies, the umbrellas weren’t black. In April in Seattle, even a rainy day is colorful, though more appropriate for indoor activities than out. Go hole up in a bar and hear a well-named band!
Not to be taken internally.
I Don’t Know How but They Found Me
Maybe it’s just me, but I’m a sucker for a too-long name full of overwrought drama.
The plural form makes it seem to be about something smaller.
Implies an unkempt appearance, but my mind goes to the carrying handle on cats, those most kempt of creatures.
You can’t; they move too quickly. (An old joke not original with me, but I couldn’t resist.)
