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12/30/2006: "Old Age"

So I'm wearing my Ancient Order Of The Killer Owl winter hat when I go into a Subway tonight, and the kid asks me about my hat (which is, apparently, no longer available at the Killer Owl store). And I say something about how it's from my little band. And, naturally, he asks what group we sound like. Now, there are a few questions that typically get asked whenever a band is mentioned -- who do you sound like, where are you playing -- and really I ought to have answers ready for those questions. But I don't. If you give me enough time, I'll bring up They Might Be Giants, since that's the group I've heard most often when people describe my music. It takes a couple minutes to make a sandwich, so I told the kid, They Might Be Giants. And he asked me again. And I said it again. Clearly, TMBG must be something he'd never heard of. And he was probably confused further since it's a sentence and he must have thought I was confused about what he was asking because why would I be spouting gibberish like, "They might be giants." Granted, they were never superstars, but they're still around. However, saying another group, like, let's say, Social Distortion -- which I'm sure is overreaching on my part -- wouldn't create any more of a glimmer of recognition in the average youth of today.

I should find a group from this century who kind of, sort of, sounds similar to Killer Owl.