Naming is Dead. Long Live the Name.

In my career as a copywriter, I have done a lot of naming, usually in the whimsical realm, like the billion dollar “C Monster” for Odwalla back in the ’80s (I earned about six bucks for that, thank you). I like to think we started something in the early days of authentic marketing, before Branding was a thing. Any hooooo. Aside from Jon Stewart’s recent name for a certain presidential candidate  and the brilliant “other” name of the RRS Sir David Attenborough, I believe most of the good names are gone, which is why I resort to entertaining myself by harvesting names for bands. Each one has a story, for me anyway…

Feel Free to Submit Your Own

Ear Regardless
Exotic Matter
Mandibular Petipalps
Misty Grotto
Thinking & Overthinking
Ghrelin
Lagniappe
The Bloviators
Wrinkled Weekend
Banquo’s Ghost
Jumpable Librarians
Bardology
Insidious Loopholes
Then Don’t
English Teeth
Offending Feces
Cheesy Ruse
Subtle Ruse
What Bladder?
Chuy’s Dad
Randy’s Squirrels
Dysfunctional Flap
Saki’s Tuffet
Perky Bosom
Ron’s Slobber
Soggy Tag Along
Shortzian Feint
Koko’s Kittens
Sugar on the Rim
Edith Bunker’s Rabbit
Ernie’s Eyebrows
Auric’s Finger
Hawk Lugie and the Expectorants
Irritable Bowel
Sweeney’s Gut
Good in the Back
Tizzy Ridden
Icky and Tipsy
Liracracy
irreverent rhetoricians
rhetoricians of antiquity
Cosmic Imperative

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