An upstart band can't decide on a name. |
When three Phoenix friends Mack, Joe and Alec aspired to be a rock band, it was there in Joe’s garage they eagerly played. There were Gibson riffs and a boost from the bass; quick drumbeats darted down the street. They possessed the talent, but they had no name for the band. So they silenced their guitars and drum and tried to come up with a name. They emulated Rush, and they played ELO, but they hadn’t a name for themselves. In the business, a band requires a name for a no-name band is no better than lame. Bickering started when Joe twanged a chord, and young Alec came in on snare drum; bass-player Mack struck a very deep note. Names were floated about like dust motes in the air. Indecision—a repeating song as unity could not find a home. They found a way to make agreement plug its ears. They copied Boston, and they played REM as they rocked with the upcoming bands. Yet to get anywhere, they required a name for a no-name band is no better than lame. They agreed to end indecision before they all were done. Any old name was far better than to have no name at all. Now they play and only music remains for this group called, The No Names. 40 Lines Writer’s Cramp 6-30-19 |