Tim Dowling: We need to pick a name for our band's new album. No idea is too crazy—at least in theory.

Tim Dowling: We need to pick a name for our band's new album. No idea is too crazy—at least in theory.

Here’s the rewritten text in fluent, natural English:

I’m in the recording studio with two other band members, listening to tracks we’ve recorded and putting the final touches on them. Really, this is our last chance to fix mistakes—weak backing vocals, off-time bass notes, a banjo part played with an out-of-tune B string.

“I can redo it easily,” I say, though I don’t even remember playing it in the first place.

“You only hit that string a couple of times,” says George, our engineer. “I can probably edit it.”

“As always, I prefer solutions that don’t involve me doing anything,” I reply.

Meanwhile, the guitarist is brainstorming album titles. Every time he comes up with one, he hands me his notepad and insists I add my own suggestion.

“Don’t ask me to explain my thinking,” I say, handing it back.

“There are no bad ideas at this stage,” he says.

George loads another song. It starts soft, with just guitar and vocals, building through the second verse and first chorus into a sweeping instrumental section before dropping back down.

“I think it needs something else here,” I say.

“I agree,” says George.

“Something different—maybe a bit nautical,” the guitarist suggests.

“Ship’s harmonium?” I offer, feeling clever.

“That kind of thing,” he says.

“Alright,” says George. “Let’s mic up the harmonium.”

“Shit,” I say. “I forgot you had one.”

“Good luck,” the guitarist smirks.

I don’t know if the studio’s old harmonium has ever been on a ship, but it looks the part. Two big foot pedals work the bellows, creaking loudly when pressed. I remember trying to play this thing years ago—and I also remember we didn’t use any of it because it sounded awful.

“Don’t touch any of the knobs,” George warns through my headphones. “It barely works as it is.”

“I won’t,” I say.

The first take is a disaster. I forget what key the song is in. By the time I stumble onto D major, the eight bars are over. Through the glass, I can see everyone laughing, but George kindly waits until they’ve stopped before letting me hear it.

“A few mistakes,” he says.

“I’m not a professional harmonium player,” I defend.

“This is gonna work!” the guitarist insists.

“It can only get better,” George says. “I’ll drop you in the same spot.”

It doesn’t get better. Here’s why: pumping the pedals in time with the song doesn’t produce enough air—the sound keeps fading. But if I pump faster than the tempo, I lose all sense of rhythm.

“How did they do this on ships?” I mutter.

“Would it help,” the fiddle player offers, “if I worked the pedals for you?”

“I don’t know,” I say. “Maybe.”

He shoves me aside on the bench and plugs in a second pair of headphones.

“Don’t listen to the song,” I warn. “It makes it worse.” He takes them off.

“Two bars and in,” says George.

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At my signal, the fiddle player starts playing vigorously. Through my headphones, it sounds like someone climbing stairs in a haunted house. But when I press the keys, the notes come through clear and bright. As we keep going, the sound grows louder. And louder. I think: He’s overdoing it! I stop before the end.

“Sorry,” I say. “I thought the harmonium was about to explode.”

“Ha ha!” the fiddle player laughs.

We do eight more takes, stumbling along like a three-legged race—one of us pedaling, the other playing, the harmonium surging and fading in volume, the fiddle player bursting into laughter every time I mess up. Finally, George pieces together the front half of one take with the back half of another, and we have our part.

While this musical trickery is happening, our trumpet player walks in.

“Hey,” she says. “How’s it going?”

“Oh, you know, just adding harmonium to everything,” I reply. The guitarist hands her his list.

“Album titles,” he says. “Read and add.” She silently scans the page.

“We’re still in the ‘no bad ideas’ phase,” I explain.

“Clearly,” she says.

FAQS
**FAQs About Naming Your Band’s New Album**

### **Beginner Questions**

**1. Who is Tim Dowling?**
Tim Dowling is a journalist, humorist, and musician known for his witty writing and creative approach to life—great inspiration for an album name!

**2. Why should we consider his style for our album name?**
His work blends humor, irony, and relatability—perfect if you want a clever or unconventional album title.

**3. How do we start brainstorming album names?**
Jot down random words, inside jokes, song lyrics, or phrases that capture your band’s vibe. Nothing’s off-limits!

**4. What if our ideas seem too weird?**
Weird is good! Some of the best album names were unexpected.

### **Intermediate Questions**

**5. Should the album name relate to the music?**
It can, but it doesn’t have to. Some albums have abstract names while others are literal.

**6. How do we know if a name is too confusing?**
Test it on friends—if they react with curiosity instead of confusion, it might work.

**7. Can we use a Tim Dowling quote or reference?**
Absolutely! His writing is full of quirky phrases.

**8. What if we can’t agree on a name?**
Try a voting system, mash up ideas, or pick a temporary name—you can always change it later.

### **Advanced Questions**

**9. How do we avoid copyright issues with album names?**
A quick Google/Spotify search helps. If another band has the same name, tweak yours slightly.

**10. Should we consider SEO for the album name?**
If you want it easy to find, avoid overly generic names or ones with heavy competition.

**11. Can an album name be a single word?**
Yes!—just make sure it stands out.