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Well, it's finally coming down. The snow that is. And the lamp post. Yes, you heard me right - the lamp post came down ... and Jim Bob is responsible.
Okay, truth is... I don't know for certain that Jim Bob is responsible. It may well have been Marvin (my personal robot assistant) who knocked the lamp post down during the first snow storm of the year. Here it is, the week after Christmas, and people are still driving like it's July. Spoiled by global warming, I suppose. In any case, I only have myself to blame. It was I who suggested that Marvin serve as our chauffeur until a suitable replacement might be found. What? You didn't know we had people driving us around? Well, that's because we haven't up until now. We've just recently adopted the Bowie-esque doctrine of acting successful to become successful. It's like priming the pump, man.
Why this sudden obsession? Well, as you know, we of Big Green weren't exactly born with the word "success" tattooed on our butts. (Mine has something else entirely tattooed onto it. I'm giving you twelve guesses what that might be.) We've been scraping the bottom of the barrel for lo these past three decades, playing in dives, recording in the basement on superannuated technology, scratching for every inch, inching for every scratch.... you get the picture. (Actually, you get the sound file. We don't do pictures.) What have we got to show for it? A second-hand robot chauffeur, that's what. And one that can't avoid major obstacles.
I know, I know - I shouldn't complain, what with this being the season of kindness and gratitude. (Mitch Macaphee, our mad science advisor, sees it more as the season of mindlessness and attitude, but that's how he rolls.) We're still recording, still flailing away at the canon, committing item after item from the seemingly bottomless vat of unrecorded material to virtual tape. You can hear the results of these sessions on our podcast, This Is Big Green, where we post first drafts of songs we will eventually release as our next album(s).
So sure, we live in a drafty mill, no fuel for the fire, no food in the fridge, no miracle grow for the mansized tuber (not that he needs it). But we've got something more valuable than any of that: a gift coupon to Tony's pizza, good for another three days. To the limo... and damn the lamp posts!
Okay, truth is... I don't know for certain that Jim Bob is responsible. It may well have been Marvin (my personal robot assistant) who knocked the lamp post down during the first snow storm of the year. Here it is, the week after Christmas, and people are still driving like it's July. Spoiled by global warming, I suppose. In any case, I only have myself to blame. It was I who suggested that Marvin serve as our chauffeur until a suitable replacement might be found. What? You didn't know we had people driving us around? Well, that's because we haven't up until now. We've just recently adopted the Bowie-esque doctrine of acting successful to become successful. It's like priming the pump, man.Why this sudden obsession? Well, as you know, we of Big Green weren't exactly born with the word "success" tattooed on our butts. (Mine has something else entirely tattooed onto it. I'm giving you twelve guesses what that might be.) We've been scraping the bottom of the barrel for lo these past three decades, playing in dives, recording in the basement on superannuated technology, scratching for every inch, inching for every scratch.... you get the picture. (Actually, you get the sound file. We don't do pictures.) What have we got to show for it? A second-hand robot chauffeur, that's what. And one that can't avoid major obstacles.
I know, I know - I shouldn't complain, what with this being the season of kindness and gratitude. (Mitch Macaphee, our mad science advisor, sees it more as the season of mindlessness and attitude, but that's how he rolls.) We're still recording, still flailing away at the canon, committing item after item from the seemingly bottomless vat of unrecorded material to virtual tape. You can hear the results of these sessions on our podcast, This Is Big Green, where we post first drafts of songs we will eventually release as our next album(s).So sure, we live in a drafty mill, no fuel for the fire, no food in the fridge, no miracle grow for the mansized tuber (not that he needs it). But we've got something more valuable than any of that: a gift coupon to Tony's pizza, good for another three days. To the limo... and damn the lamp posts!
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