I just received a handsomely formatted Xmas e-mail sent out by a guy from high school. Back when he was an eighth grader or so, I remember he and three other guys formed this heavy metal band together, and they even rented the VFW hall a couple times for performances. They wrote this one song that started off with "I lost the battle / I lost the fight / I choked before I / Took the first bite." It was called "It's Too Late," but then they decided they shouldn't do such downer metal lest parents or guidance counselors intervene, so they kept everything the same but changed the refrain to "It's Not Too Late." Fame and groupies did not follow.
Anyway, apparently he's still kept his connection to the music business in various ways, although he's no longer into heavy metal. Indeed, he and his wife have just had a baby. The boy's middle name is Lennon. His first name is Wilco.
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I knew a guy who in the 1980s gave his son the middle name "McCartney." I often wonder how people with these names feel -- people who have been inscribed with their parents' fandom and fantasies .
Would you rather be named "Wilco" or "Tweedy"?
i guess i would have to name my kid "lauper."
I'm afraid my ex-husband will name his son Volt.
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