I keep having those moments when I hear a good song and when I go to see who it’s by their band has a horrible, stupid name. So then I kind of hate them but also like the song. So then I’m conflicted. I start making excuses for them. ”Maybe they aren’t douchebags!? Who am I to judge!? ”
I think things like, “Hey, maybe they just wanted to get things done quick and in a hurry.” Because they are so immersed in the music, right? They are so all about rocking that any distraction from their ‘craft’ is unacceptable. So they pick some stupid name. Quick-like. On the fly. Maybe their drummer got loaded and he picked it? Who knows?
But my cynical brain kicks in and I think, “No, these guys thought about this. They all sat around, shooting around ideas. And they fought over whose name was cooler sounding. And for some unknown reason their judgement, colossal in its lacking, lands with the name they’ve picked. And they probably loved that name. And got all excited seeing in on their CD. And think it’s super sick. And original, and cute, and clever, and personal, and WHAT-EVER-BS-REASON.
That’s what I end up thinking. That these guys are just douchebags with a terrible name. It has nothing to do with anything. The song outside the name is great. But somehow just that spoiled grain of knowledge in my brain. That assumption on my part that because they have such a crappy band name that they must be jag-offs.
And no one wants to rock out to a bunch of jag-offs, right!? RIGHT!