Backlash.



Is this the right control? Okay... I'll try CTRL-ALT-DEL again. God damn! What the hell did I do that time? Bloody computers!

Okay, I'm struggling with my status as official Luddite of Big Green. (Originally that post belonged to my illustrious brother Matt, but now he's the dude with the smart phone.) I don't claim to be the most inept person ever to sit in front of a keyboard, but good goddamn - I'm making a doorstop out of this thing. If they just equipped PC's with drawbars and foot pedals, I could drive the suckers, no problem.

Why am I spending so much time in front of the cyclopean eye of the decrepit computer originally left at our door by a malicious junk collector? Well, we have a new single in the works, as you may already know - a little number called "One Small Step". Matt shot the video with only minimal assistance from yours truly. (I basically showed up in a turtleneck - he did the rest.) So the very least I could do is upload the sucker to YouTube and post it on our various Web haunts. Easier said than done, it turns out - especially when you're working off of a 28.8 baud modem and a pirated phone line. (It's like a party line, in that every time you make a call, your signal is drowned out by pirates yaaarrr-ing at one another.)

So yeah, we have our challenges. It's tough to be a primitive band in a digital age. About the only advantage we have is our utter broke-i-tude. Because we're broke and squatting in an abandoned hammer mill, we don't need to make money. So we upload our songs to iTunes, etc., and make almost nothing from them. So in that respect, the business model of the modern music industry fits us to a tee. Sure, we're playing broken guitars, scratched up washboards, old plywood tubs... but our tech support costs are almost zero. I smell success!

Anyway... let us know what you think of One Small Step. Then let us know again. With our Web connection, it may take a few tries for your email to get through.

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