Tour log (part deux).
There are not filling stations out yonder. Just ask Warren Oates. If you can't find him, seek out another character actor and ask him or her. You may be surprised by their answer. (Or not.)
Here's what happened on the "road" this week:
10.15.2011 - Pulled into Neptune, was feeling 'bout half-past dead. Our rent-a-ship has been sputtering, so we brought it into a Neptunian garage for service. The cost? Full proceeds from our three performances on Neptune, plus 9% excise tax. (Looks like Herman Cain is having an impact up here, as well. The craters tell the tale.) sFshzenKlyrn practically melted his Telecaster on the fourth song (Why Not Call It George?), then settled down for a succulent Neptunian roast. (Roasted crater peat. This is important: Neptunian is not ... repeat, not ... one of the great cuisines.)
10.17.2011 - Strange how Polaris looks like downtown Rochester. Could be worse. We set up on a suspended platform - one of those anti-gravity jobs you see all over the place on Kaztropharius 137b - and went through the better part of our song list. Looks like we'll have to work up some more numbers. The Polaroids experience time in extreme slow motion - the equivalent of about 14 hours to each of our standard Earth minutes. Kind of a difficult gap to fill, actually. Hey dudes.... how about a slow one?
10.19.2011 - Right through the center of the Great Onion Ring. You full-time terrestrials know it as the Ring Nebula, but out here they associate it with their favorite snack. Pity, really, that more interstellar phenomena aren't named for appropriate junk food back on Earth. After all, we invented junk food, we perfected it, we raised it to a high cultural value, and we defend it with our lives. The Greeks had their gods, sure. But we have our Ring Dings.
10.20.2011 - Closing in on the next venue; that hideous little globe named Kaztropharius 137b ... the one place in god's great universe where our CDs sell like hot cakes. I may have explained this before - the denizens of Kaztropharius 137b eat complex plastics, so to put a fine point on it, our CDs are, in fact, hot cakes to them. And we're okay with that. Just settling in for a few night gigs.
Hey.... we're not idle on the road. Always thinking, you know. We posted the third episode of our increasingly strange podcast, THIS IS BIG GREEN. Check it out at http://www.big-green.net/pod and be not ashamed.
Here's what happened on the "road" this week:10.15.2011 - Pulled into Neptune, was feeling 'bout half-past dead. Our rent-a-ship has been sputtering, so we brought it into a Neptunian garage for service. The cost? Full proceeds from our three performances on Neptune, plus 9% excise tax. (Looks like Herman Cain is having an impact up here, as well. The craters tell the tale.) sFshzenKlyrn practically melted his Telecaster on the fourth song (Why Not Call It George?), then settled down for a succulent Neptunian roast. (Roasted crater peat. This is important: Neptunian is not ... repeat, not ... one of the great cuisines.)
10.17.2011 - Strange how Polaris looks like downtown Rochester. Could be worse. We set up on a suspended platform - one of those anti-gravity jobs you see all over the place on Kaztropharius 137b - and went through the better part of our song list. Looks like we'll have to work up some more numbers. The Polaroids experience time in extreme slow motion - the equivalent of about 14 hours to each of our standard Earth minutes. Kind of a difficult gap to fill, actually. Hey dudes.... how about a slow one?
10.19.2011 - Right through the center of the Great Onion Ring. You full-time terrestrials know it as the Ring Nebula, but out here they associate it with their favorite snack. Pity, really, that more interstellar phenomena aren't named for appropriate junk food back on Earth. After all, we invented junk food, we perfected it, we raised it to a high cultural value, and we defend it with our lives. The Greeks had their gods, sure. But we have our Ring Dings.10.20.2011 - Closing in on the next venue; that hideous little globe named Kaztropharius 137b ... the one place in god's great universe where our CDs sell like hot cakes. I may have explained this before - the denizens of Kaztropharius 137b eat complex plastics, so to put a fine point on it, our CDs are, in fact, hot cakes to them. And we're okay with that. Just settling in for a few night gigs.
Hey.... we're not idle on the road. Always thinking, you know. We posted the third episode of our increasingly strange podcast, THIS IS BIG GREEN. Check it out at http://www.big-green.net/pod and be not ashamed.
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