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’s Independent Bookstore Day! If you’re participating in the bookstore crawl, may I suggest timing your visit to The Neverending Bookshop between 2 and 4 p.m. That’s when I’ll be there, hand-selling some of my favorite books along with other local authors. There will even be live music, with SeaStar performing from 4-5 p.m. I plan to stick around. That’s an example of a name with good local flavor, and a good lead-in to the main purpose of this blog:
Should we tell it it doesn’t have wings or let it find out the hard way?
Now we know the collective noun for coins. (I would have guessed handful). I wonder if this band has a twin called March of Seagulls.
This clever Spoonerism turns a scenic drive into an elevated scenic viewpoint.
Two common phrases overlap and result in a logical outcome. And the hinge is love.
The latest bar fad: you are given the ingredients and apparatus to distill your own shot.
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