<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:28:36.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BandDuJour</title><subtitle type='html'>What band came up today?  Musical naming inspiration taken from everyday life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-113872576871611184</id><published>2006-01-31T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T11:42:48.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letterhead Bleat</title><summary type='text'>Source: a spam emailBand: Is there such a thing as office-rock?  This is the band formed by the guys from Office Space.Discoverer: Johann the Viking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/113872576871611184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/113872576871611184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113872576871611184' title='Letterhead Bleat'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-113502460479272746</id><published>2005-12-19T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T15:36:44.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumper Car Nuns</title><summary type='text'>Source: a picture at Buca di Beppo (in Indianapolis) of nuns riding bumper carsBand: Probably a post-punk, fun loving rock bandDiscoverer: Nathan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/113502460479272746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/113502460479272746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113502460479272746' title='Bumper Car Nuns'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-112981565042461285</id><published>2005-10-20T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:58:17.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg Zactly</title><summary type='text'>Source: I was having an IM chat with Johann the Viking, and he made a slight reference to So I Married an Axe Murderer. I replied back with the full quote (...so evil it's pronounced eee ville. Like the frooo its of the deh veeeel.) He replied back "egg zackly".Band: Any bar band of any genre anywhere.  Or a one-hit wonder band, and genre other than country or jazz.Creator: Johann the Viking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/112981565042461285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/112981565042461285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112981565042461285' title='Egg Zactly'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-112860328387084907</id><published>2005-10-06T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:43:57.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Uh</title><summary type='text'>Source: Daniel claims this popped into his head while driving.  Alternately, this could the The Uhm-kaysBand: As much as this sounds like a joke band, there is a long history of bands with names like The The making it as a mainstream rock band, so this could actually work for almost anyone.Creator: Daniel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/112860328387084907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/112860328387084907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112860328387084907' title='The Uh'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-112809303517927594</id><published>2005-09-30T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T11:10:37.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cephalopods in Action</title><summary type='text'>Source: My coworker sent me a link to pictures and video of various large squid in action at http://www.mnh.si.edu/cephs/vetal01/vetal01.htmlBand: Maybe a serious/joke band a la They Might Be Giants.Discoverer: Nathan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/112809303517927594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/112809303517927594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112809303517927594' title='Cephalopods in Action'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-112761896113237839</id><published>2005-09-24T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T23:29:21.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Agnostic</title><summary type='text'>Source: I was discussing with Christy how listening to Johnny Cash's "American IV: The Man Comes Around" had strengthened my faith, in exactly the opposite way as entering a Christian bookstore does.  In fact, going into a Christian bookstore causes me to be a temporary agnostic.Band: One that could never sell from a Christian bookstore.  Christians would think it was anti-Christian, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/112761896113237839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/112761896113237839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112761896113237839' title='Temporary Agnostic'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-111111061718561946</id><published>2005-03-17T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:50:17.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dithering Algorithm</title><summary type='text'>Source: an email from JoshBand: Has to be math rock.  Yes, math rock.Creator: Josh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/111111061718561946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/111111061718561946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111111061718561946' title='Dithering Algorithm'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-110859513785202341</id><published>2005-02-16T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T18:06:23.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Munchkin Maiden</title><summary type='text'>Source: Nathan was with friends who were discussing the theology of The Wizard of Oz. Some friends were noting that the movie completely left out that the Tin Man was once a real man in love with a munchkin maiden, which made his eventual missing heart all the more poignant.Band: A bubble-gum pop band that cover heavy metal songs, including Iron Maiden. There is already a precedent for this; The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/110859513785202341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/110859513785202341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110859513785202341' title='Munchkin Maiden'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-110826477549708895</id><published>2005-02-12T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T22:19:48.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First in Line for Seconds</title><summary type='text'>Source: During a conversation about food, Josh said that he was not going to take a full plate, but that he would be first in line for seconds. I caught the band immediately.Band: Not as good for a band as for an album, especially a greatest hits album.Creator: : Nathan and Josh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/110826477549708895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/110826477549708895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110826477549708895' title='First in Line for Seconds'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-109234185492945230</id><published>2004-08-12T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T16:17:34.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pooping with Frodo</title><summary type='text'>Source: Email from Josh, with only the band name.Band: Um, a local geek rock band?  Literate hilbilly bluegrass?  I really can't imagine who would use this name, but it's too good to pass up.Creator: Josh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/109234185492945230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/109234185492945230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109234185492945230' title='Pooping with Frodo'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-108614355549048223</id><published>2004-06-01T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T22:32:35.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Needless Apologies</title><summary type='text'>Source: Jacob brought a vacuum cleaner attachment to Christy as she was cleaning, apologizing that it had been in his car.  Since Christy didn't let him apologize, he asked if it was a needless apology.Band: Emo, Trance, MOR, Acoustic Blues, or most any other style since 1950.  Would also make a great album or "first single".Creator: Jacob</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108614355549048223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108614355549048223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108614355549048223' title='Needless Apologies'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-108614328110772308</id><published>2004-06-01T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T22:28:20.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Vicariously</title><summary type='text'>Source: Jacob was stuck behind a slow-moving vehicle on a twisting highway.  When the car ahead of him finally passed the slow car, Jacob was happy for him by driving vicariously.Band: A good MOR (Middle Of the Road) rock band.Creator: Jacob</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108614328110772308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108614328110772308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108614328110772308' title='Driving Vicariously'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-108613140887391823</id><published>2004-06-01T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T19:10:08.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Old Dinner Rolls</title><summary type='text'>Source: At dinner on Memorial Day, the family was discussing the huge rolls.  As we all made fun of them, someone managed to say "day old dinner rolls" and Josh immediately picked up on it.Band: Probably a cover band down at the local pub.Discoverer: Josh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108613140887391823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108613140887391823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108613140887391823' title='Day Old Dinner Rolls'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-108612368573535023</id><published>2004-06-01T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T17:01:25.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamikaze Nuns</title><summary type='text'>Source: Jacob was traveling down a series of mental rabbit trails when he arrived at this destination.Band: Uncertain.  Any band could use it, but few would.Creator: Jacob</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108612368573535023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108612368573535023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108612368573535023' title='Kamikaze Nuns'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-108612349039414263</id><published>2004-06-01T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T16:58:10.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>88¢ Yams</title><summary type='text'>Source: Josh and Lindy were grocery shopping and found that the yams were on sale for 88¢.Band: Local garage band or cover band.Creators: Josh and Lindy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108612349039414263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108612349039414263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108612349039414263' title='88¢ Yams'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-108362662369835412</id><published>2004-05-03T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T19:27:50.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Flying Dogs</title><summary type='text'>Source: Christy was driving her Grand Cherokee with myself in the passenger seat and our dogs in the back.  I looked back an saw both dogs had their head out the right window.  Given the 50+ MPH headwind they were looking into, I observed that their flying ears made them look like "two flying dogs."Band: Could also use the variant "Two Flying Mutts."  Good for straight-up rock, MOR, some techno</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108362662369835412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108362662369835412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108362662369835412' title='Two Flying Dogs'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-108362030131885450</id><published>2004-05-03T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T17:42:29.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob and the Dogs</title><summary type='text'>Source: Christy and I were to meet her parents after they got out of church so we could all go hiking at The Crags.  We called them from close to downtown; Christy informed Lois "We have Jacob and the dogs with us."  Mom thought that it would make a great band.Band: Anything from 1955 onward; as that band-naming schema from the early days of rock and roll can be applied to any style that has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108362030131885450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108362030131885450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108362030131885450' title='Jacob and the Dogs'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-108308388091297740</id><published>2004-04-27T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T12:42:15.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Egyptian Sand Boogers</title><summary type='text'>Source: When Josh was in the 82nd Airborne Division he spent some time deployed to the Sinai Desert.  He was explaining that the sand got into everything there; not only did it damage a lot of gear and personal items, but that he often ended up with Egyptian sand boogers.Band: Maybe a hard-core political punk band?  This is a hard one to guess.Creator: Josh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108308388091297740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108308388091297740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108308388091297740' title='Egyptian Sand Boogers'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-108308281261966890</id><published>2004-04-27T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T12:24:26.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mediocre Meatballs</title><summary type='text'>Source: Christy and I were visiting Lois and Bob at work one day for lunch.  Lois suggested that we could eat in the cafeteria, but might not want to as they were serving meatballs.  When I said I like meatballs, she noted that these are very mediocre meatballs, and the band was born.Band: I don't know of any self-respecting band that would include the word "mediocre" in its name, but it's too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108308281261966890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108308281261966890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108308281261966890' title='Mediocre Meatballs'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-108267312455146626</id><published>2004-04-22T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T18:36:12.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Experimental Loaf</title><summary type='text'>Source: Lois got a bread maker, and was having fun making all sorts of breads.  When Christy noted that she needed high-protein foods for her prescribed diet, Lois decided to make bread with protein powder in it.  As she set it on the table for dinner, she noted that she was not sure how it would taste, as it was an "experimental loaf."Band: Prog-rock maybe?  It's a hard one to guess.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108267312455146626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108267312455146626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108267312455146626' title='Experimental Loaf'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-108267113419287413</id><published>2004-04-22T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T18:03:02.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happy Meals</title><summary type='text'>Source: A preacher was mentioning how Americans are too hard to satisfy and overeager for fulfillment; so much so that Sears can offer "The good life at a great price."  ("Hi; can I have $12.97 of the good life please?")  He said we needed to be more like children, where a Happy Meal can really make you happy.Band: Swing, Ska, or maybe even 'happy' Punk.Discoverer: Nathan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108267113419287413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108267113419287413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108267113419287413' title='The Happy Meals'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-108266611349361913</id><published>2004-04-22T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T17:09:35.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faster than Fiction</title><summary type='text'>Source: A few months ago Christy and Jacob were having a conversation in which they were discussing the speed of something unimportant.  They started one-upping each other, and modifying the end of the phrase.  When Christy said "Faster than fiction." we all sat up and knew that we had just discovered a killer band name.Band: Pretty much any kind of band; pop, rock, metal, funk, hip-hop, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108266611349361913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108266611349361913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108266611349361913' title='Faster than Fiction'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-108266462537008812</id><published>2004-04-22T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T16:14:33.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Patient Refused Autopsy</title><summary type='text'>Source: Originally from a South African patient's medical chart, and spotted in a daily calendar of humorous quotes.Band: A college band, a cover band, or a humor-folk band.Discoverer: Nathan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108266462537008812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108266462537008812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108266462537008812' title='The Patient Refused Autopsy'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-108265398671325789</id><published>2004-04-22T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T14:31:31.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Militant Moderates</title><summary type='text'>Source: Christy and I were having a discussion where I lamented the fact that there is not much moderate media.  Most books, radio, TV, magazines, music, et. al. are published with either a liberal or conservative slant.  I postulated a hypothesis that this is because the further one moves from a moderate viewpoint, the less one can believe that opposing viewpoints may have valid reasons behind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108265398671325789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108265398671325789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108265398671325789' title='Militant Moderates'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-108256293571056640</id><published>2004-04-21T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T11:59:42.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Mulch</title><summary type='text'>Source: I bought a lot of strawberries yesterday and decided to make Strawberry daiquiris.  As I was making some strawberry puree for the daiquiris, Jacob said "Oh, strawberry mulch!"Band: I imagine it as a funk band, or maybe the lead singer or bass player of a funk band.  A country band would also be a strong possibility.Creator: Jacob</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108256293571056640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108256293571056640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108256293571056640' title='Strawberry Mulch'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806690.post-108249852152455420</id><published>2004-04-20T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T15:19:10.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alterations in Fluid Volume</title><summary type='text'>Source: Found at http://www.foundmagazine.com hand-written on a note.  The note is the Find of the Week for 5/11/2003.Band: Good name; means nothing, but can be taken to mean anything.  Good for some sort of electronica group, or a hard-rock group with electronic/loops sensibilities.  Also could make a good concept album for almost any type of group.Discoverer: Nathan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108249852152455420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806690/posts/default/108249852152455420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banddujour.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108249852152455420' title='Alterations in Fluid Volume'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10393316920894381797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/3557/320/Nathan%20at%20the%20Board.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
