Back in the days of our youth, when we were young and dumb and loving (or hating depending on the hormones that day) life, Robin and I created ourselves a little band. We didn’t have any talent with the typical rock band instruments–guitars, drums, etc–but no matter. We would learn. Or more likely we’d be the face of the band and find others to fill those less vital roles. Like the playing of instruments.

So. The band. It needed a name right? And what did our creative adolescent minds come up with? The Floorboards. That was our band. IS our band. We haven’t made any music or even filled those less vital roles yet, but we ARE the Floorboards!

(In case you’re missing the oh so obvious reference, we were inspired by the Wallflowers. Get it? Wall. Floor. Flowers. Boards. Something like that.)

Now there’s this other band who apparently resides in the GR area. I don’t know much about them, but apparently they think that just because they actually “make music” and perform “gigs” and have people who fill their less vital roles, they think they can just go ahead and pick whatever name they want for their wonder band! So what did they pick? Floorboard. They went ahead and dubbed themselves Floorboard and trampled all over the sanctity of THE FloorboardS!!

I hope they fail miserably. At least until we can put out our hit record and force them to change their name to something less inspired. Like The Name Stealers or the Meatheads.