And youâd never go see them.â
We were quiet.
âAir
Wolf
,â I tried.
âYES,â shouted Corey.
âAir Wolf is the exact same band except maybe thereâs also an even fatter guy playing tenor sax,â said Ash.
âDAMN IT,â shouted Corey.
âThatâs best case,â mused Ash. âActually, Air Wolf is probably just a third-rate metal band who found each other on Craigslist.â
âAir Wolfâs probably like eight bands already, so letâs look them up,â said Corey.
âCorey, you donât have your phone.â
There was a brief silence from the backseat.
âThatâs right,â said Corey, trying to sound amped. âAnd I am
amped
about not having my phone.â
âGive me a name that describes a band that I would actually want to go see,â Ash told us, âand we can go with that name. But I donât think you guys have one.â
The gauntlet had been thrown down. We were racking our brains for a name that Ash couldnât destroy.
We were up against an even bigger hater than ourselves, and I think itâs safe to say that both of our hearts were sick with fear.
âI got one,â said Corey.
âIâm listening,â said Ash.
âAsh and the Shitheads.â
âNope.â
âYeah. I know itâs not good. But I canât figure out why.â
âHereâs one reason why itâs not good. Swear words in the name tend to mean no one in the band has any idea how to actually play their instrument. Everyone met at like a summer art program and decided they were going to suddenly form a band, despite never having played an instrument before, and now theyâre Ash and the Shitheads. They sit around smokingCamel Lights and trying to convince each other that itâs cool that they sound terrible.â
I could actually hear Corey trying to think.
Eventually he said, âWhat if you pronounced it, Shuh-theeds? Is that still not good? Ash and the Shuh-theeds.â
âThatâs probably worse.â
âYeah. I know.â
âAsh and the . . . Burnouts,â I said.
âJesus,â said Ash. âNo.â
âFine, but itâs at least better than Ash and the Shuh-theeds.â
âNo. No, it definitely is not. Ash and the Burnouts is the worst one so far.â
âItâs not the worst
so far
.â
âItâs even worse than Air Horse. Because the best-case scenario for Ash and the Burnouts is, they play Earth, Wind & Fire covers at corporate events. Thatâs best case.â
âI agree but why,â said Corey.
âYou guys have to stop with Name and the Somethings,â said Ash, âBecause thatâs never good. That formula is just played out and itâs never coming back. But when you add a pun in there, I mean, come on.
Ash?
And the
Burnouts
? They donât even pretend to have self-respect. Theyâre a cover band, and theyâve opened every performance theyâve ever done with âCelebrationâ by Kool & the Gang.â
âWes loves that song,â announced Corey.
âNo I donât.â
âYou did in eighth grade though.â
âCorey. Shut the hell up.â
âThe songâs not the problem,â Ash said. âAsh and the Burnouts playing that song is the problem.â
We kept lobbing band names at her, but it wasnât because we actually thought any of those names would work. It was just amazing to see a hater of her caliber in action. It was like watching a great athlete ferociously dunking on people.
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