I really wish I could use my arms… Oh well. What else, what else…
I remember those times in college where my friends and I would sit around for hours–on one substance or another–laughing our asses off as we came up with names for the indy rock band we were always meaning to start but were too lazy to actually do anything about it. I recall that I was the best one at coming up with them, which didn’t surprise me, since I was the only English major among us. I didn’t have it down to an exact science, but there was an improvisational quality to it, like catching lightning in a bottle.
And now, if you’ll let me (and of course you’ll let me, my infernal conquerors), I will recite a list of indy rock band names for your pleasure–or displeasure. I don’t really care about your opinion on the matter. Go ahead, punish me. Ha!
September Badger Fire
Take Forever After
Gnome Pants: They’re Just Painted On
Gifted Flight Attendant
The Trouble with Oscar
Too Risky Nevertheless
Pony Express Quarterly
Filth and Vinegar
Absolutely Air Pollution
Ain’t Necessarily Snow
Self-Degradation: WITH REAL CHEESE!
Tell Me Yesterday (About Tomorrow)
Several Unopened Packages
It Takes a Pillage
Unprecedented Wealth of Shit
I know you’re impressed, my bodiless, faceless, nameless authority figures! I’ll bet there’s not a single other person involved in your sick little game who can name that many band names off the top of their head.
How about you put a shot of espresso in my shake the next time I wake up?
I’ll take that silence as a yes.