I should probably explain what the dealio is with “Canyons.” “Why?,” you might be asking. “How come Canyons?! Where are my sweatpants?” The only answer I can give really is that I liked the name more than I liked the others. Not to say that there was no hard working, sweat-inducing, snarl-provoking mental strain involved. You see, for those of you who have never had to name their band (fake bands count too…and so do club names), you may not realize just how terribly difficult it really is to create a good band name.

Most importantly, you must choose a band name that speaks for the music the band is creating. My friend Gina told me tonight about a band named “Vampire Weekend” because she thought I would really like it. I trust her musical judgments, and yet the name “Vampire Weekend” suggests a style of music that I normally wouldn’t listen to. Had it been “Apple Sauce Weekend,” maybe it would’ve been a different story…

To date, the best band name I’ve come up with is “Ebonic Plague”. It was the name of a band I played bass in. It was a Bagpipe, bass, sax, percussion, Kazoo, free jazz quartet. We played one gig, and cleared a full house out with in 5 minutes.

The worst? “Allah’s yo Mamma”

So anyways, I decided “Canyons” really encapsulated my sound and myself. I’m happy with it and now, I can be Canyons no matter who I play with. I like you and I hope you like Canyons too.

It was either that or “Apple Sauce Weekend.”