Eric Iverson

Mama don't allow no bad jokes round here..... I don't care what Mama don't allow Gonna tell my bad jokes anyhow... (derived from an old country song)

I like Little Anthony and the Weiners... although I quickly grew tired of seeing that man's face (and other parts of his anatomy) on the cover of newspapers and magazines. So maybe it wouldn't work as a band name...... Does Anthony Weiner know how to sing "Shimmy Shimmy Ko Ko Bop"? Just wondering....... he has the jungle sexuality for the part, anyway, LOL.

Band with No Name A Rose By Any Other Name (would stink as bad?? LOL) Skunk Cabbage

Pussies have a right to play guitar, too - it's a free country!

"That's not the song I told you to play...." So give the mofo back his money, and then play "Don't Worry, Be Happy" for him. Or maybe "Zippa Dee Do Dah..." or however it's spelled...

Part of the problem may be that not all black musicians like or play classical music. Not all white musicians do, either, of course, LOL..... Oddly enough, there was a black lady who played viola beautifully at my sister's wedding a year or so ago. She told me with great pride that she was the first African American viola section leader in that orchestra. Well deserved pride. She's a very fine musician! ---------------------------- Back to the topic - I've never played in bars, except to sit in on rare occasions, so I've never had to deal with drunks or ladies trying to come on to the band. Mostly I've been a church mouse all my life, now trying to let my inner RAT come out. Most of the bizarre comments have been from junior pastors who couldn't understand why we wanted to know what songs we were going to play BEFORE the service, so we could run through them quickly and at least agree on a key and tempo, or remember them at all, if we only practiced it once 6 months ago. Or why we didn't want to run upstairs, then downstairs again, then upstairs again with our equipment, while they decided where we were going to play that morning......... There is no more arrogant creature on earth than a junior pastor, I think.....

I like it, too! We have a jazz ensemble/seminar I play in most Saturdays, and we need a name. "Dandy Lions" might do, or "Late Bloomers" because most of us are greybeards (except for the 20 something pianist). Or maybe "Modern Art Masterpieces" , recalling the famous line from "Full Metal Jacket" - "you're so ugly you could be a modern art masterpiece" - especially since our seminar leader is a "jazz drill sergeant" by his own admission. Nice guy at heart, but you'd never know it when he mercilessly, as in MERCILESSLY, kicks our tails!

Need To Get A Life I once posted "where does one go about getting a life?" And the response was "Lives'R'Us."

Grown Men Who Should Know Better

There's just no END to this sick wordplay, is there? I guess at this point I'm addicted. Sick Wordplay ... maybe not a good name, but I've heard songs that do it... even wrote a couple......

Lives R Us (Based on a response to a question I had... "where does one go about getting a life?")

Closet Bass Queens

Old Whippersnappers Mean Old Snakes A spinoff of another thread. No special prize offered for finding it - in the interest of full disclosure! Full Disclosure There ain't no red tape And there's no fine print What you see is what you get......

Band of Morons or as Bugs Bunny would have it, "what a maroon"! Ship of Fools (probably already taken) They do their best, but what the heck They're not really playin' with a full deck Half-deck Gamblers [??]

There's an old album called "You Bought It, You Name It." Why not, "You're Here Listening, You Name Us." Or "We Don't Need No Stinkin' Name" Or you could just say "the Band" but a certain group that backed up Bob Dylan et al. already took THAT one! But as a spinoff: Up On Cripple Creek The Great Divide Stage Fright etc.

Misty Flats

I don't run (though I used to as a kid - track team and whatnot), but I do a lot of walking, and the docs say that my heart and lungs are fine. Were I to take up exercise, it would probably be a bicycle and some light weights (not trying to be the next Arnold Swartzenegger). Enough to stay in shape, not compete.

Phil W's Brainchild, first album: Sign On The Dotted Line Also reminding me of an old album title, I forget by whom: You Bought It, You Name It

Longest Thread In History Enough Already! Too Much Of A Good Thing Nothing Succeeds Like Excess Rather Die Than Quit

HOLY SAMOLEY! DID THIS THREAD ACTUALLY REACH 200 PAGES?? AND HAVE I REALLY CONTRIBUTED TO THE CHAOS ALL ALONG??? I REALLY NEED TO GET A LIFE! AS FOR YOU GUYS, THAT'S YOUR CALL! Band Name: Holy Samoley

Elevator Don't Go To The Top (Though there was a band called 13th Floor Elevator) Theme song: We're not playing with a full deck But what the heck And we've got a few screws loose But that ain't news.... (this is known as a "close enough for government work" rhyme) One Day Late and A Dollar Short

Yes, we ought to pick a prize for the winner and the two runners up (is that the right way to say it?). The Also Rans Place But Not Show No-Shows At The Place (probably not very commercial...) Photo Finish Close But No Cigar

Easily Offended Thin-skinned Onions Shaky Egos House of Cards It don't take much To make us cry So don't even try! It don't take much To make us frown And the whole house of cards Come tumblin' down

Baby sugar Named after a type of watermelon. Another one: Yellow Flesh (that one would probably get some strange reactions in these hypersensitive times)!

I find it amazing how some artists are able to be productive in spite of their substance abuse problems. I think of Charlie Parker, one of the greatest jazz players ever. But he died at 34 or 35 - somehow I can't see emulating his LIFESTYLE, though I might learn a few of his LICKS.