Two Views Of the Rock I had just turned 12 when the Beatles went on Ed Sullivan. By the end of that eighth-grade school year I and every guy I knew was in a band. Mine was called The Blenheims, because our drummer lived on Blenheim Road and I knew there was a Blenheim Castle in England. The road was pronounced "Blen-hime" but I, already an insufferable pseud at 12, tried to get people to pronounce the band's name the English way, "the Blenms." It didn't take.
Our next band was The Prime Movers. Our enemies called us The Bowel Movements.