Well, we polled the electorate. Or, at least, we polled my readers on the blog, Hubby's coworkers, several bartenders and everyone at open mic night this past Thursday.
We presented that extremely long list (of names suggested by myself, Hubby's friends, and every member of the band), and accepted new ideas on the fly, and had people say what they liked of the bunch.
A lot of the names got a vote or two. A lot of new names went on the list.
The two big winners, though, were FrankenFish (Hubby's idea) and Oyster Shooter (mine).
Naturally, Hubby brought all this data to his last band practice and no one liked either one of those.
The drummer suggested a name. The rest of the band agreed to it. And so...at this point...Hubby's band is going to be called...
Ugh, I can hardly type it. The drummer's suggestions all had a certain ickiness to them. They all seemed perfectly suited to an early-80s, blue-collar, hair metal band. Which is totally unlike the music Hubby's band will play, but absolutely in line with the drummer's persona.
Not that he's not a nice guy and a talented drummer. I'm just sayin'.
The jury is still out. Maybe Hubby can talk some sense into the rest of the band. After all, they want something memorable, and clever, and easy to spell, and something that lends itself to a good logo for t-shirts and such, and something that is not already a band name on the interweb. Something that communicates the fact that this is a group of men in their early 30s to mid 40s, playing classic and modern rock and the occasional blues tune.
In other words, the last thing they want, is to call the band....