Making noises.


What was that sound I heard, coming from down below? Some kind of tectonic activity? A passing subway car? Or could it be..... a tuber in distress?

Tubey and Marvin (my personal robot assistant) are still exploring the inner bowels of the Oit. I would post images they've sent via their cell phones, but you would hardly believe your own eyes if you saw them. Crikey, there's a lot going on down there - much more than when we did that Jules Verne-like tour to the center of the Earth a few years ago. Amazing... but then, there's a lot of space below us, if you think about it. (Even if you don't think about it. ) So take my word for it. Don't go there. Just don't. It's hot. It's mean. It's just plain dangerous.

So, what does this have to do with you? Well, not much. That's the nature of the internets as we know them. A lot of random, stupid detail about people's personal lives of interest to no one other than themselves. We are certainly guilty of that. Yeah, I know the standard jibe. Big Green is all yak and very little music, right? Well.... right enough. Too much talking, not enough music - got it. And it's been almost a year and a half since our last release, International House. So what the hell - time to get off our sorry butts and start strumming, pounding, screeching again.

Well, if that's what you're thinking, I've got some good news. (Well... let's say some not bad news, anyway.) It so happens that we are working on a little project, way down yonder. We've got an enormous backlog of ludicrous songs that have yet to be properly recorded. So here's the plan - record them AND play them live. And what the hell - let's do a powerpoint, besides. Matt and I have been knocking our heads together, and we've started laying down some tracks with Marvin (when he's available) recording reference drums until John White returns from his extended trip to Madagascar. (Where do you rent a gas car in Madagascar?) The virtual reels are rolling... that's what that freaking noise is.

Oh well. Much to do (and less to say) around these parts.

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