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!
I’m taking a short break from fiction writing while a few trusted readers take a look at my latest novel-in-progress. My big accomplishment this week was making shelf space for my stash of my own books so I could get them out of boxes. (If you want a signed copy of any of these direct from the author, please let me know. I need to make room for Barbara and the Rage Brigade, which releases on November 19!)
Enough shameless self-promotion! We’re really all here for the band names, and once again, the listings did not disappoint:
The lack of punctuation leaves this open for interpretation: “I used to be grounded,” or “Back then, I could fly.”
An unsavory past or my dream floor pattern. And it rhymes!
Scrubbing away all evidence, or grooming so impeccable it should be against the law.
Considering the paws automatically makes the animal seem cuter. Remember Remi in Ratatouille cleaning his paws before eating or cooking? (The instigator’s description of themself as “29-year-old teenage lima bean” caught me off guard. In the mid-’80s I created a picture book about a family of lima beans on a picnic. Is this a descendant???)
Alley cats serenade in a full moon’s spotlight. Rats clap their paws.
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