If I Had A Band

Have you ever said something ordinary and then thought “Hey!  That would be a great name for a band!”?  I have, all the time!  Therefore, periodically, I will have “If I had a Band” Day.  I am spinning this off Southern Belle Simple’s “La Fête D’Imagination” in which she creates a completely imaginary party, down to the napkins, for a fabulous day (most recently Vivian Leigh’s Birthday).  So I am going to create a completely imaginary band down to the guitar art.

Today’s band name was inspired by the recent cold weather snap and my roomies comment that it was an electric blanket night.  “Ladies and Gentlemen, from Island Pond, Vermont this is “ELECTRIC BLANKET NIGHT!”.  Onto the dive bar stage in a small New England town walks 3 middle aged men, obviously still grasping at youth.  Clad in an artfully tattered array of flannel and jeans that are way too tight for men of that age, these Chuck Taylor wearing gentlemen belt tunes with guttural raspy voices reminiscent of Nickleback.  They want to be edgy but you can tell they grew up on Neil Sedaka…not judging, just saying.  Their wives sit at the bar impatiently checking their watches, impatient to get back home to relieve the babysitter.  They glare at the drunken, middle age, lounge lizard dancing way too seductively all alone in front of the stage.   The drum kit has “EBN” with a lightning bolt through it on the bass.  And if you look closely you can see the desperate hope shinning through their eyes.  They tour through New England in their minivans working around PTA and soccer games, in a love hate relationship with the path their lives have taken…regretting that they are not 20 years younger and begrudging every back spasm and pre-arthritic ache that signals their impending age.

This is a photo of Queens of the Stone Age from Magnet Magazine
Add 10 Years and subtract 90% of the talent and you have "Electric Blanket Night"