Even though I can’t play a note on any instrument, I have a recurring daydream about being in a band. My role would be to come up with a new group name for every gig. In exchange, I’d load and unload gear.
Sort of a roadie with naming rights.
Just in case this fantasy every comes true, I have a list of potential band names at the ready in a file on my phone.
On my walk today in the Hollywood Hills, I found something that inspired a new band name.
This forlorn beauty device has been sitting quite a while as evidenced by the faded plastic and layer of dirt.
I’m not sure how it got separated from its owner. Maybe not knowing the details of the comb’s demise is better.
About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.