Holy Fiction: Thou Shalt Not Mocketh Our Name

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It's a well-known fact that most band names are essentially gobbledygook, but here at Rock's Off we're working hard to find some meaning behind the oddest monikers.

Rocks Off has one thumb firmly on the pulse of the Houston music scene, and the other hovering above the mouse waiting to Google Lady Gaga again. However, we must have been on glue last year when we missed our own Holy Fiction's album Hours From It.

It's the most insanely awesome album of self-aware indie rock we have heard since we listened to Evangeline's We're Alright Down Here while downing a bottle of wine in the Kroger parking lot at 2 a.m. Sad, sweet, and completely without flaw, we are shamed by the fact that we are just now getting into the band.

But what's with that name? Holy fiction? What the fuck does that mean? Are they calling all religion fiction, or all fiction holy? The more we thought about it, the more blood rushed to our heads and made us kick down the door of their practice studio, jumped on lead singer Evan Lecker, and demanded to know the answer.

"Holy Fiction came from a long bout of conversations I had out in California with a close friend of mine who was going to Fullerton Theological Seminary," says Lecker, shoving us off of him. "It's a reference to fictional narratives told by ancient cultures for the purposes of teaching spiritual and moral lessons."

"Big words make Rocks Off un-happyful!" we yelled.

As we got up, we started remembering just how soothing the sounds of the very generous free copy of Hours From It were. It's possible we were overreacting a bit, so we sat back down and faced Lecker.

"If all that is holy is fiction, is all that is profane non-fiction?" we asked.

"I don't even know what to say to that," said Lecker.

"What is the most sacred piece of fiction in the world?" we pressed.

"Brown Bear Brown Bear What do You See? About a bear, or is it?" he replied, smiling one of those damn enigmatic smiles.

"Where do fictional characters go when they die?" we tried. The man was clearly impenetrable.

"They go and make very brief and mildly entertaining cameos on Family Guy," said Lecker.

Fair enough, we got what we came for, and got up to leave.

"Just a minute," said Lecker, stopping us. "Let's talk about your name."

"Fuck you, indie boy," we said warningly. "No one deconstructs the deconstructer."

"Oh yeah?" he said." The name Jef With One F is very interesting. When I say it, I think Jeff, or Geoff, but when I read it, the arrangement of the letters looks like it might be a nickname of an exotic hallucinogenic drug made of organic plant compounds from Southeast Asia and smuggled through the jungles and deserts and across the waterways to central Europe where it was hidden in packages bound for the ports of the United States, only to end up in the sweaty smooth palms of some bitchy-ass trust fund baby at a warehouse rave in New York."

We stared at him.

"Love it, though," he said. That fucking smile again. We slunk away, defeated.


Holy Fiction (n): 1. Fictional narratives told by ancient cultures for the purposes of teaching spiritual and moral lessons. 2. Great indie rock. 3. Fucking smug bastard...

Holy Fiction plays with The Canvass Waiting and Finnegan, 9 p.m. Friday, Feb. 11, at Fitzgerald's.

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