If
you've heard of The Devil's Panties then you know that it's an
autobiographic webcomic based on the life of one Jennie Breeden. So if
you know Jennie then you may or may not of heard the story of how her
webcomic got its name. The way I remember the story is in her college
days or maybe it's her high school days she had a friend who wanted to
put together a band and that was going to be the name of the band. That
band never formed and so Jennie snaked the name and thus The Devil's
Panties: Webcomic was born.
Big Under Dog is another such band name that became something else. In my college days I played bass in a band. We went through a few names while I was in the band. Originally we were Grandma's Cushion, we were named after the butt pillow that was often tossed in the trunk of the little hatchback that belonged to my grandmother that I drove most of my college days. We also were Crawdads for awhile, someone liked the name. Eventually we broke up and Uncle Slarvy's Dysfunctional Asylum was formed with members of my former band and a few new friends. The acronym for that band was U.S.D.A.
I wasn't the only one that was kicked out of the original Crawdads as it made its way to USDA. One friend even decided that although he was wanted by the other band, he'd be loyal to me. So eventually the rejects and I formed an in theory band one night of heavy drinking and smoking.
We picked Big Under Dog as our name because we felt picked on, kicked out, the under dogs of the band situation. We were going to create a better band. An awesome band, one meant to do all the things that Wyld Stallyns from the movie Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure achieved so that George Carlin as the character Rufus needed to created a time machine to make sure our band never broke up, too. We even had a better acronym, B.U.D. to pay homage to our drug of choice at the time, weed. We were going to place a joint in the jewel case of every single CD sold.
The person who'd done all the kicking out of various members was the drummer. So first and foremost we had to find his replacement. As we saw it, it was the hurdle to our becoming the greatest band of all time. Well, the band never went beyond theory. As people do sometimes, relationships end, people move and grow apart and eventually I graduated from college. So our in theory band remained that until now. Just as Jennie did, I've taken the name of a would-be band and used it for the title of this blog.
Being diagnosed bipolar did feel like a hindrance to my life, another thing that put me on the odds against side of life. I was born female and black, two things that made growing up in white suburbia hard. I couldn't hide those facts, but the Bastard part of me, my parents never married, well, I kept that one to myself.
From the television screen to peer interaction I found these things made me an under dog in life. If not for Oprah Winfrey, Maya Angelou and of course, Ms. Nina Simone I would have continued to feel as if I'd been dealt the worst hand in life. Then by the time I'd finally moved past the thinking that it would be better to be white trash than a middle class black female I was diagnosed Bipolar. I was sooooooooo pissed at God for the first few years I was an atheist, though I remembered to Thank God, I was an Atheist. Cover all bets. So I snaked the name, to remind myself to root for the BUD that was little young me.
Big Under Dog is another such band name that became something else. In my college days I played bass in a band. We went through a few names while I was in the band. Originally we were Grandma's Cushion, we were named after the butt pillow that was often tossed in the trunk of the little hatchback that belonged to my grandmother that I drove most of my college days. We also were Crawdads for awhile, someone liked the name. Eventually we broke up and Uncle Slarvy's Dysfunctional Asylum was formed with members of my former band and a few new friends. The acronym for that band was U.S.D.A.
I wasn't the only one that was kicked out of the original Crawdads as it made its way to USDA. One friend even decided that although he was wanted by the other band, he'd be loyal to me. So eventually the rejects and I formed an in theory band one night of heavy drinking and smoking.
We picked Big Under Dog as our name because we felt picked on, kicked out, the under dogs of the band situation. We were going to create a better band. An awesome band, one meant to do all the things that Wyld Stallyns from the movie Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure achieved so that George Carlin as the character Rufus needed to created a time machine to make sure our band never broke up, too. We even had a better acronym, B.U.D. to pay homage to our drug of choice at the time, weed. We were going to place a joint in the jewel case of every single CD sold.
The person who'd done all the kicking out of various members was the drummer. So first and foremost we had to find his replacement. As we saw it, it was the hurdle to our becoming the greatest band of all time. Well, the band never went beyond theory. As people do sometimes, relationships end, people move and grow apart and eventually I graduated from college. So our in theory band remained that until now. Just as Jennie did, I've taken the name of a would-be band and used it for the title of this blog.
Being diagnosed bipolar did feel like a hindrance to my life, another thing that put me on the odds against side of life. I was born female and black, two things that made growing up in white suburbia hard. I couldn't hide those facts, but the Bastard part of me, my parents never married, well, I kept that one to myself.
From the television screen to peer interaction I found these things made me an under dog in life. If not for Oprah Winfrey, Maya Angelou and of course, Ms. Nina Simone I would have continued to feel as if I'd been dealt the worst hand in life. Then by the time I'd finally moved past the thinking that it would be better to be white trash than a middle class black female I was diagnosed Bipolar. I was sooooooooo pissed at God for the first few years I was an atheist, though I remembered to Thank God, I was an Atheist. Cover all bets. So I snaked the name, to remind myself to root for the BUD that was little young me.
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