The Rembrandts Daughter

My first band was called Dynamite Lover. My dad did not like that name.

“Jeez Holl,” he’d say. “You really gotta call it that? Maybe think of some other alternatives?”

I was so offended.

“Why wouldn’t I call it that? I love to blow shit up! (I’d never actually blown anything up.) Explosions are rad! Dynamite is a great word…” I scoffed in defense, while he…