Couldn’t do a list, so I stashed 24 band names off my iTunes in the story below.

I was feeling mighty sublime on beer and everclear down at The Oasis, when I saw that dirty pretty thing. It felt like walking through quicksand approaching her and her grandaddy, I needed a helmet in case I fell. “Hold steady!” I shouted unsteadily over the music, “There’s no need to clash, this isn’t girls against boys!”

Coyly, she replied, “No, it’s the white doves vs. black crowes. An exploding nebula.”

“It’s cold in here,” I hinted, “and they call me the heatmiser. So, what do you say, Faith? Be my cure tonite?”

“The don’t call me Faith no more.”

“So…the transplants were a success? No more being my wolfmother?”

“They got rid of everything but the girl.”

“I dare say those were some smashing pumpkins,” I said, fondling a string I’d tied into a slipknot.

She kicked me in the shins. I was in dire straits…she put my heart in an iron maiden.