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!
We went (by bus) last night to a concert at St. James Cathedral of a 14th century Mass, the first known setting by a named composer (Machaut). This was from back in the day when they were inventing the rules for music and notation. Seriously weird, cool stuff. But getting home at that hour (not even that late) by bus is complicated and time-consuming. After it was all over, I dreamed that one of the buses never came and we had to spend the night in a warehouse. It turned out to be full of drum sets, but then the ceiling collapsed, revealing even more drum sets in the attic. Clearly not a safe place to be sleeping, but visually quite cool. Then a giant (empty) cymbal bag floated down on top of me. I’d like to hear or even play a 6-foot diameter cymbal but it’s more interesting to imagine than actually deal with. I wish you simple, reliable transport if you go out to hear a band this weekend; maybe one of these:
I’ve actually heard this band live, so it comes as something of a surprise that I hadn’t featured them before. A massive pile of matter that yet floats in the air, altogether real but you can’t hold it.
Exaggeration wrapped in hyperbole. What a way to go.
Deities lifting their voices dyslexically to the noom.
Super-powered swamp creature rises from the undrained morass to save us from the real monsters.
What a good life is made of if you’re paying attention.