Y Not

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.


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

Steps for Peace

“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!

17 thoughts on “Y Not

    1. 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.

  1. 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.

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