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Discuss Amongst Yourselves - November 26, 2005

You leave your job and start a band. What do you play? What do you call the band?

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Anonymous said…
the band names I'm currently considering are:

the Young Hegelians
Sleepyheads
autonomatons
baby naminals
throw like a girl

and I guess I'll play the Theremin. Glockenspiel would be good too though.
Jay said…
I think I'd rather be a groupie. All the sex and drugs with none of the "work".
Omeaux said…
It would be a psycho-babble, medical term using techno industrial band called:

S.I.N - Synesthesia Infected Nihilism.

Think KMFDM meets early Trent Reznor meets Pink Floyd meets Radiohead.

Kids would scribble "SIN" all over their backpaks so everyone else knows that they "hate the world when the world isn't on drugs" (which would be our first single)

It would be a mix of artists with two individuals leading the composition. There would be long albums with many insturmental tracks. It would be the cd kids put on when their smoking pot in their parents' basement.

Depressed girls would have my poster on their wall, staring at it through tears of self loathing as they cut themselves.

Or maybe I'd just sing with the Hunky Junkies.
Anonymous said…
I'm with Jay. All the sex - none of the labor.

;-)
Anonymous said…
I'm in a band called Shinytime Flowerflappers. I play the baby-grinder.
kris said…
I think I'd play the skin flute and be in a band called 'N Sync.

Maybe not.
Anonymous said…
Dude, I am hearing latin music ALL THE FREAKING TIME where I am now.

So I will opt to create a Mariachi Band called the Buena Pissed Social Club.

We would drink all the time and forget our instruments at home for the most part, settling on soft-shoe a-la-Tony-Danza and other shameful shenanigans.

Keep warm.

J
Beth said…
My band would be called Tastes Like Burning. I play the drums. We play loud, fast music (what my friend Roula calls "death kill music").
Anonymous said…
I play the drums! We are called Vader Breath.

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