Like many, I fantasize about starting a band at some point, but I don’t think that I’d be able to commit to just one—so my dream is to join a group of like-minded individuals who see themselves going out on tours under rotating monikers for every leg of the way, under relevant, and sometimes, seasonal circumstances.
Around my 31st birthday this last July, I began compiling a list of names that I found meaning in (one for every year I’ve had to endure), which would synchronistically come to mind periodically…
- Mr. Imagination & the Figments
- Asthma Attack & the Seasons
- Captain Spontaneous & the Fasciculations, with supporting act:
- Charlie Horse & the Bursae Sacs
- Kingpin & the Strikeouts
- Engineer Girl & the Glass Ceilings, with special guest(s):
- Minority Man & the Slit Wrists
- Electric Slide & the Power Plant Survivors
- Rabblerouser & the Rubble Warriors
- The Good Leg & the Fits
- Amputated Arm & the Darth Prosthetics
- Ms. Lunesta & the Eye Blots
- Dead of Night & the Graveyard Shifts
- Dick Broderick & the Off Dayz
- Dime Bag & the Ides
- March Madness & the Bewares
- Ohana Mamas & the Dust Ups
- Lake Shore Drive & the Trip Moms
- Michelob Socialite & the Purebred Celiac Diseased Bleacher Screechers
- Bleachy Clean & the Peachy Keens
- Uncle Johnny & the Embassy Sweets
- Chiraq & da Bomb Beef Sandwiches
- Last Loaf Piece & the End’s Meat, with accompanying act:
- Home Slice & the Bologna Boys
- Trailer Hitch & the Gas-N-Sip Jesus
- Especial Negro y the Cervezas
- Diaphoretic Christmas Sweater & the Feel Betters
- Gorilla Christ & the Silverback Saints
- Fluorescent Flood Lamp & the Black Magic Muslims
- Jim Crow & the Cowgirls
- Mr. Bluebird & the Sun Basking Robins
Charles J. March III will never graduate from The Iowa Writers’ Workshop. He has a feather in his cap, but doesn’t have a PEN. He has (surprisingly) a roof over his head, but has never been in residence. He sometimes socializes, but has never had a fellowship. He knows a guy named Grant, but has never received one. He’s been called a MF, and an A, but doesn’t have a MFA. He professes to be (or not to be) these things, but he’s not a professor. He never says never. Less can be found at LinkedIn & SoundCloud.