Why the bucket of tentacles?

So this is where it began, the Tsukiji fish market (in Tokyo Japan) where I spotted (amongst numerous other horrors) what can only be described as a bucket of tentacles.  As this was the same trip where Victoria and myself decided it would be a good idea to start playing keyboard, it seemed fitting to name my solo musical outpourings after the poor beast who ended his life dumped into a bucket.

For the anatomically astute, I am aware that technically, octopus do not have tentacles but instead “arms”, but “bucket of arms” didn’t quite have the same appeal.