I do that all the time, but I never write them down, so I forget them within minutes. I think I picked up the habit from Dave Barry, who’s compiled a list. Strong Bad has some suggestions too.
By the way, anyone ever actually used one of these names?
A friend of mine’s husband was in a heavy-metal band, and she informed my friend Mark and I that his band was searching for a name, asking us for suggestions to pass on. . . Mark – a pharmacist – immediately responds with “Hysterectomy Soup” and “Placental Shavings” . . .sorry for the graphic imagery. . .and I guess this isn’t hearing something and thinking “BAND NAME” but reminded me of that story nevertheless. . .the band ended up going with “PURGE” . . . (which I think they later learned was already taken when they signed).
TJDude, my friends and I in college would do it for not rock bands, but football teams that we made up in a computer game. Perforated Anemics was one of our most memorable, but also we had ones like Great Big Warts and Ugly Blisters.
There was a thing in the comic strip Zits about that a few years back, the dad offered them goat cheese pizza, and that became the band name. Always wonderd if that was soemthing people commonly did with bands, too; now I know.
RPG’s definitely create their moments for this. My last one: “At my next spell level, I’ll be able to summon fiendish dire weasels.” “Fiendish dire weasels! That would be a great name for a rock band!”
A long time ago, ironically enough right after an unsuccessful discussion about what to name our band, the singer and I were talking to his sister who happened to mention that a cocktail she liked tasted like “orgasmic chocolate”.
Dunno about Dave’s list but one time, many years ago my then boyfriend returned from a walk in the woods on the outskirts of town (back in South Bend, IN) and reported having seen a North American giant salamander in a drainage ditch. I said, “Hey, that would be a great name for a band.”
About a year later, we put together a band. My boyfriend, another friend of ours who also didn’t know how to play guitar, me on bass (yes, I did know how to play, and I’m thinking about getting Isadore back, 'cause I miss that bass) and a pretty decent drummer (we actually formed a really tight rhythm section, I thought the two of us should ditch the rest of the band and strike out on our own.)
We were the world’s worst garage band. We sucked. We lasted six months. We called ourselves The North American Giant Salamander.