SNOW-GLOBETROTTERS
DECEMBER 1 SATURDAY
So thick with smoke was the record shop on Mead Street Sirius could hardly see the records. The floors were riddled with fag butts and ther person responsible was the shop assistant himself, a young chap behind sunnies who went by the name of Kevin. He had long permed hair, wore a leather jacket and looked like the sort of person who hated showtunes with a passion.
"I can't breathe!" James wheezed.
"Let's have a look around," said Sirius.
He browsed through the newest albums, chose the ones that interested him the most and brought them to Kevin.
"I want to listen to these!" he said, laying them on the table. "This one first!"
Kevin put away the MAD magazine and nodded.
"Deep Purple, Black Sabbath, great stuff. Queen, they're new. Not bad for a debut, track four on side one is probably my favourite on there."
"That was the one I really wanted to hear, too. But DP first!"
Kevin subsituted The Who's Quadrophenia for Deep Purple's Who Do We Think We Are.
"Oh yeah!" said Sirius, digging it. "Proper banging that! Don't you agree?"
"Um..," said James. "Sure. Very groovy!"
Kevin shared a DP related anecdote just to show off. Then the tele-orb buzzed and he needed to take it because it was his boss.
Sirius had an idea. It wasn't brand new, but the world was ready for it!
"Prongs!"
"Wha?"
"Do you play any instruments?"
"Weeell... A few."
"Awesome! What do you play?"
"A bit of the recorder, the tambourine, the maracas, the triangle. Oh! Oh! I was quite good at the one you stick between your teeth and it sounds Australian, do you know which one I mean?"
"The one you stick between your teeth? I have no idea. Moo?"
Remus tucked down his scarf to be able to speak.
"What?"
"Ever stuck something between your teeth and it made an Australian sound? If so, what was he called?"
Remus looked like he wanted to stick Sirius between his teeth and put him down under.
"Jew's harp."
"And what's the instrument called, do you know?"
"That's what it is called."
"I still don't know what it is. Do you play an instrument?"
"The piano. Why do you ask?"
"Because I want to start a band!"
"Yeah we should totally do that!" said James, very excited! "What sort of band?"
"A rock band, 'course! What's your favourite rock band?"
"The Who."
"Moo?"
"Pink Floyd," said Remus.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"What's your favourite track by them?"
"Uhm. I really like the one about the choo choo train."
"Which one is that?"
"You know! Choo choo train..."
"That's not Pink Floyd."
"Isn't it?"
"No. Do you mean Neil Sedaka is your favourite rock band?"
"Guess so. Who's Pink Floyd, then?"
"This is Pink Floyd!"
Sirius showed him Dark Side of the Moon, and then asked Kevin to put it under the needle.
"Ohhh..," said Remus after half a minute.
"Not what you expected?"
"No. That is not the sort of music I expect from a man called Pink Floyd."
"Pink Floyd is not a man! It's a band!"
"Oh I see. It's some kind of rude innuendo, is it?"
Sirius really had no idea about that. But it would from then on be his conviction that Pink Floyd was somebody's willie.
"What's your favourite rock band, Wormtail?" James asked.
"The Who!" Peter replied without hesitation.
"So is mine! What's your favourite-"
"The Second Doctor!"
"-song. That's Doctor Who, that's a TV show, not rock band."
Peter's mouth opened and closed a couple of times.
"Do you watch Doctor Who?"
"It's my favourite show!"
"That's fine. I hear lots of people like it, although I've never even seen it-"
"Me neither!"
"Ok so what do we call our band?" Sirius asked. "Remember guys, it must be edgy! Revenant Vicar! That's really good, because it's dual! A vicar is a holy man, but he's also a revenant, which is unholy, get it?"
"I get it!" said James. "Dual and religious-sounding, right? Bishop's Sin! Saint Belzebub! Pope Gamblers!"
"You got the direction right at least."
"Orgy Mass! Seven Deadly Cuddles!"
James kept throwing out suggestions as they came to mind, and so did Sirius, but they struggled to come up with one they could all agree on.
"Randy Monks!"
"Cursed Communion!"
"Pink Tombstone!"
Remus looked hopeful.
"We're not going with Pink Tombstone," James told him. "Or any bandname with the word 'pink' in it. I don't want us to be confused with Neil Sedaka."
"I wouldn't rule out the word 'pink'," said Sirius. "Maybe we can reach some sort of compromise."
"What compromise?" Remus asked.
"I can do you a Pink Werewolf."
"Pass."
"What if we just make it our band name, then?"
"I can do you a Black Werewolf."
Oh snap!
"Bring it, fur-herder!"
"That's a really good band name," James thought.
"I think so too."
"Except it has your name in it, makes it seem like your band."
"That's what so good about it."
"Can we go with something else, 'though?" Remus asked.
"Think of something even better and we'll go with that."
He shrugged. "S&M Nuns?
That was also a damn good band name actually.