Hard core rock, heavy metal, the musical underground. Never in a million years did I think I would go there. But I have. I have dipped my toe into the hallowed halls of a musical genre that is totally foreign to me.
This all came about because I visited a new blog follower of mine, Chris Herron from Gonzo.
This is what he has to say about the role music plays in his life-
I could die tomorrow, in fact, given my lifestyle it’s very feasible I could. Would seem a shame to take all this musical info. to the grave with me. You see, since I was first able to lift a record up with both hands and put it in the player I have been fascinated with, driven by, and enriched by music.
I happened to comment on the weird and wonderful band names, musing that they have the makings of an interesting poem. Chris said he would be interested in reading that. I walked straight into that one, didn’t I. A challenge akin to book spine poetry but on a different note altogether. HA! And on that note, I have also ventured into the sounds side of poetry too. Aaah !
Without further ado, here is my poem created from weird band names.
Y Not, I thought,
Against All Authority I was heading for
The Secret Annual Garden Party when
The Wise Goldfish with his Stiff Little Fingers and the
Reel Big Fish with the Spooky Tooth and
Flaming Lips, The Red Eyes and The Vapors
Tickle a Unique Attraction –
10,000 Maniacs create Social Distortion in
The Delivery Room.
Earth, Wind and Fire awaken the Solar Eye.
Medicine Men Clash.
The Fear, a Rancid Clash Raze, will raise The Stakes.
Drunk Gods Strung Out Nights in Bad Company.
A-HA!
Time Check.
Trigger Warning.
‘The Peanut Butter Conspiracy!’
An Emotional Fish and Army of Prawns cry!
The Clash,
The vast Void of Empty Nothingness
Rudely Interrupted.
Lightning Bolt, Sparks, Mayhem creates a
Unique Attraction for The Jam.
Jackal Trades sounds the trumpet and
The Well Happy Band –
Supa and Da Kryptonites,
Colonel Mustard, The Girobabies,
Armchair Martian, Polly Styrene,
Alien Ant Farm and Sambayabamba
Breathe Abdominal Texture Werd
As The Living Daylights announce
‘Congratulations on Your Decision
to Become a Pilot’
to The Adolescents.
Enuff Z’Nuff
Pop Will Eat Itself
Please End My Missouri
© Raili Tanska
“Music is a moral law. It gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness, and life to everything. It is the essence of order, and leads to all that is good, just and beautiful, of which it is the invisible, but nevertheless dazzling, passionate, and eternal form” (Plato).
Thanks for the quote Chris!
Wow! What a feat! LOVED your last line! Had to read it twice to get it. You’re fearless! 😀
Thanks 🙂 I entered those hallowed halls in fear and trembling! Yet to hear what Chris thought….
That is brilliant! Aren’t you clever! Am sending your link to all my rocking family, they will love it.
Oh gee, thanks!! So sweet of you 🙂 You should try it. I’ve written poetry using article names from magazines too. It’s fun trying to piece things together so they make some sort of weird sense.
I hope you listened to a full album or two of each and every one of them Raili!!
Now what do you reckon, Opher?! My ears are ringing……
Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it; I guess you found that out about heavy metal…
Not knocking it, George. Even though it’s not my personal preference, I can still appreciate the craftsmanship 🙂
That was impressive! You managed to get a whole lot of bands in there… but not The Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band – though that would have made the poem just plain silly.
yassss! Awesome! I love it! Good job amiga C-:
Thanks – *modest bow* 🙂
i showed it to some of the bands you menshied and they liked it too C-:
Fabulous! Thank you, I’m chuffed 🙂
I do love the joy that you bring to your writing. Lighthearted. Nice.
Thank you !
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