I'm in a boy band.
We've got four guys in their late forties/early fifties with similar levels of hair loss on top and paunch at our middles. Three guitars and a bass.
We've also got a wunderkind 22-year-old keyboard player and a seasoned accordionist. Our drummer (son of the bass player) sits in with us when he can. We pretend to have natural rhythm when he's got a high school band concert or community engagement project.
We played a 150th birthday celebration at our shul today. Over the last year-and-a-half, we've appeared under a number of monikers.
The Beth El Brotherhood Boy Band
The New Meshuggenah Minstrels
We've considered a couple of other names that have been rejected.
For some reason, they wouldn't put our name in the temple bulletin as Jew Man Group. We're pretty sure Jewk Box Heroes would have suffered the same fate.
A quick web search let us know that Mazal Tov Cocktail was already taken.
And we decided we'd be liable to Monty Python for copyright infringement if we adopted Red Sea Pedestrians. (Ten non-redeemable, non-transferable points for the first one to post a comment telling what Monty Python work that's stolen from.)
We may have found a permanent name this morning.
Ladies and gentlemen:
THE ROCK HARD BAGELS