Wandering down to the crick in the blinding sun of the mid-afternoon I noted a very beautiful butterfly just about 100 feet in front of me. It was larger than I remembered butterflies being in my memory. As I drew closer, I realized it was enormous, by butterfly standards at least. And as I drew even closer I realized that it was no butterfly at all, but rather BIRD NAMES, glistening in the sun, guitar in hand, mid-melt, and it was singing. The songs it was singing were grouped together as a thing called NAMING NAMES, and there were 14 of them. And they were grotesque and beautiful, at the same time. And it reminded me at times of a full blown early psychedelic pop WEEN. Then I learned that BIRD NAMES was now based out of Vermont, and so thus now fully part of our larger New England music community. And I was happy. And then I accidentally crushed the butterfly in a careless attempt at dancing. And I wept, for I never mean to hurt living things. Thankfully the songs, or at least some of them are available on Bandcamp, and all them are available on a self released cassette tape.