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fatrockstar) wrote2004-01-13 05:14 pm
fatrockstar) wrote2004-01-13 05:14 pm
Results
Thanks for your input, everybody. I'll still have to send email, just not to anyone on LJ. As I said earlier, there are stories behind the names (not all of them interesting) and here they are:
PixyJims (or The PixyJims): One pulled out of our bassist's ass during a brainstorming session. It started out as "PixyJimBobs," but we thought that sounded kinda redneck.
Martha Nell: Martha Nell was my paternal grandmother's only living cousin. I remember she had a lot of knicknacks in her house. Nice lady.
Not-So-Southern Band: Another one pulled out of our bassist's ass during the same brainstorming session. We're bluesy, and I'm an escapee from the South, so it seemed to fit. A little.
Half-step High: Exasperated at the brainstorming process, we attempted to play a song. This led to the guitarist absently beginning his intro on the wrong fret. "Oops, I'm a whole step high." "No, you're a half-step high." "Hey, that's a cool band name. Write it down."
Not in Front of the Boy: The drummer suggested we call ourselves The Goddamn Band, but took it back because his wife wouldn't approve. "Yeah, she's been hammering down on the language as Max gets bigger [he's 8 months old]. 'Not in front of the boy,' she says..."
If these descriptions change your mind at all, comment here instead of in the previous post.
In other news, I ran a LOT today. I ran almost all the way to the mall, in bursts. Much of that was uphill. I probably ran a total of four minutes. Man, what a difference ten pounds makes -- my knees aren't even sore!
PixyJims (or The PixyJims): One pulled out of our bassist's ass during a brainstorming session. It started out as "PixyJimBobs," but we thought that sounded kinda redneck.
Martha Nell: Martha Nell was my paternal grandmother's only living cousin. I remember she had a lot of knicknacks in her house. Nice lady.
Not-So-Southern Band: Another one pulled out of our bassist's ass during the same brainstorming session. We're bluesy, and I'm an escapee from the South, so it seemed to fit. A little.
Half-step High: Exasperated at the brainstorming process, we attempted to play a song. This led to the guitarist absently beginning his intro on the wrong fret. "Oops, I'm a whole step high." "No, you're a half-step high." "Hey, that's a cool band name. Write it down."
Not in Front of the Boy: The drummer suggested we call ourselves The Goddamn Band, but took it back because his wife wouldn't approve. "Yeah, she's been hammering down on the language as Max gets bigger [he's 8 months old]. 'Not in front of the boy,' she says..."
If these descriptions change your mind at all, comment here instead of in the previous post.
In other news, I ran a LOT today. I ran almost all the way to the mall, in bursts. Much of that was uphill. I probably ran a total of four minutes. Man, what a difference ten pounds makes -- my knees aren't even sore!