Grappling with hooks.

Hmmm. I like that one you had the other night. How did it go? Strum through that number once again, will you? There's a good chap.

Ensconced once again within the crumbling walls of the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, I can report that we of Big Green are back to doing what we do best: inventing snacks out of items collected from the goodwill box. If it weren't for all this music stuff we might be good at it by now. Oh, the burden of servings such a demanding muse! Nothing is good enough, nothing! We work our fingers to the bone - nay, to the marrow - hammering out songs in the clammy basement of this condemned factory, then tossing them skyward... only to see them knocked back in anger. "Send me hooks!" demands the disembodied voice. "We are not amused!"

It appears that somewhere in the metaphysical accounting department some faceless paper-pusher assigned us a pop music muse. Let's get one thing clear - we do not make pop music. We make crackle music - there's a difference. It's a whole 'nother Rice Krispie. We don't write choruses like, Keep the ball rollin, keep the ball rollin...! or We could have had it all-uh-hall...! Nah, nah, nah - our choruses go like this:

I'm not Kublai Khan, no no no!
I'm not Kublai Khan, no no no!

... or ...

Lincoln! It shouldn't happen to our quality Lincoln!

No wonder that muse hates our guts (or at least our hooks). Though I think all of us agree - this is the kind of criticism we have received in the past from our various labels. Hegemonic Records and Worm Farm (now Hegephonic); Loathsome Prick; all of them had their concerns with the material. They also had some concerns about our various retainers - Mitch Macaphee, Marvin (my personal robot assistant), and our official spokesvegetable the mansized tuber (now tweeting at http://www.twitter.com/mansizedtuber ). Before putting any resources behind a terrestrial tour of any kind, they would insist that we cut them loose, shave off our long yokel beards, and start playing banjo versions of the Monkees' greatest hits. For my money, I prefer to confine our performances to deep space... for the nonce, at least.

Well, is that the time? Got to get back to work on that album. Oh, yes... there will be another.... all in due time.

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