I think if I was the type of performer who needed a made-up name — like, say, a rollergirl, burlesque dancer, rapper, or pro wrestler — I’d want my name to be Felonious Monk.
I’d wear a porkpie hat and Ray-Ban shades and grow my goatee out long and pointy.
That’d be a trip, daddy-o.
What about you?
I thought there was a rapper named Felonious Monk, but I thought wrong. It WAS a CSI episode, though. Strangely enough, my pen name for any trashy novels I write in the future, Devas Monk, intersects with you twice. It is short for ‘devastating monkeybite’. Monkey is similar to your simian obsession, and our shared last name would be Monk. My wife would use Deliah Monk. Hmmm, that does sound rather burlesque.
Change it to Delighta Monk and you’ve got something.
Rollergirl: Sindee Pain
Burlesque name: Dick Licious
Rapper: Matt-a-tat-tat
Pro Wrestler: The Bald Eagle. My pre match routine would consist of me in a full feathered headress and wings, flapping around the ring and sqwaking at the top of my lungs. My finishing move would be called the Talon Squeeze and consist of me grabbing my opponent’s face with one hand and then slamming it into a turnbuckle with the padding chewed off (ala George the Animal Steele).
my buddy warren and i were going to be rapper and dj. the names ?
dee mo slay and the concrete pump.
my brother in law frequently goes by the alias, sugar jones.
Ooh – I’ve got it.
8 Miles Davis.
I still want my two hours back for that movie. Christine injured her shoulder afterwards throwing gang signs.