Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Going Down to Liverpool

Andre sat on his back on the beach. He was looking at a female. She was attractive. Valentino sat on his stomach on the beach. He was looking at a notebook. He had written some words on it.

"Hey Andre," Valentino said without looking up, "I think I've got the perfect name for our band."

"Go for it," Andre said without looking away from the female.

"Neon Rendezvous."

Andre shook his head, "Nah, too pompous."

Valentino crossed out the words Neon and Rendezvous on his notepad. "How about The Flux Capacitors?"

"No, not subtle enough."

"Um," Some more words were crossed out, "The Positron Colliders.?"

"Too subtle."

Cross, "Monsters in Your Closet?"

"Too Silly."

"Rockasaurus Rex?"

"Too obvious."

"Death by Stereo?"

"Already taken."

"She's Lost Control?"

"Too 80's"

"How about Bebop and Rocksteady? Or Sirhan Sirhan? Or The Titanic Survivors? Or The Rainy Day Cigarettes?"

Andre slipped the brim of his hat over his eyes, "Those are all shitty names."

Valentino tore the page out of his notebook. "No problem. I'll just keep at it."

Andre stared at a female. She was attractive. "Whatever."

2 comments:

conjon said...

Fuck, that was funny too. Short and sweet. I like how they never look at eachother. The names rock too.
There you go raising the fucking par again.

conjon said...

Just want to say again that this one is too good. We should shoot it.