Songs For My Band’s Next Album.

As some of you may already know, I am in a completely make-believe band. We are pretty good, as non-existent bands go. Below is the slate of songs I am working on for our next album, which is also not a real thing.

- The Bilabial Fricatives

- Prabhajak Jagdish, the Prophetic Janitor

- Blind People: Are They Just Liars?

- Topographical Poetry About Topical Putridity

- Practical Ways to Conserve Water

- Industrial Hygiene

- Apocalypse Then

- The One with All the Typhoid

- All the Folding Robots of White Castle

- Take the Ridge Route to the Sandberg Weather Station

- I Told You to Stop Touching Me There

- Comet Swift Tuttle and the Perseids

- Petroleum Geology and You

- The Meaning of Bamboo

- A Whirling Dervish Stole My Car Keys

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Theoretical Apostrophe.

So you know how I’m in a fake band, right? Well I am. It is made up of a bunch of writers and English majors and only one of us can play an actual instrument.

We don’t have a name yet, but I have been thinking a lot about it (probably too much) and I would like to pitch this idea to you, the Internet:

Theoretical Apostrophe

What do you think? Is that sufficiently wacky enough?

I think that it just might be.

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