Trifecta.

Can't hear you. Can you turn it up? I don't know... to eleven, or maybe thirteen. Still nothing. Play harder, faster.... oh, wait. Didn't plug your cord into the console. Sorry. Sorrrreeeee...

Oh, hi. Hey ... don't let anybody tell you (in case anybody ever tries) that producing yourself is easy. It's not, man, and I'll tell you why. You are the engineer. And the guitar tech. And the arranger. You get the drinks. And the snacks. It's bloody maddening - I even have to oil Marvin (my personal robot assistant) when he starts to squeak over there on the percussion riser. Anyway... we're elbow deep in production on our next album. Yes, it's a themed piece ... almost a rock opera, except with a lot less coherence. It grapples with monumental themes ... if you understand monumental to mean, simply, mental.

It's been busy 'round these parts, I don't mind saying. Busier than we're used to, quite frankly. Recording, of course. Then there's our podcast, THIS IS BIG GREEN. The frenetic pace of once a month is enough to exhaust anyone not used to exertion. Oh, and also ... we released a new video of one of the many songs recorded by "cousin" Rick Perry - a little number named "Devil Romney" that was featured on the podcast a couple of episodes ago. That was exhausting. Matt did all the work, of course... but it was plain exhausting just watching him. And then that upload to YouTube really took it out of me.

We are, of course, still making plans for our upcoming trip to the moon as an advance team for the Gingrich campaign. I know what you're going to say - he dropped out .... of the presidential race. Yes, we know that. But he's still going to be the nominee. He said so himself, you know. I can only imagine this means he is going to be installed as King of the Moon any day now. I have, in fact, written a celebratory march to commemorate his coronation - a somewhat stilted jubilee for our bloated monarch. If I can find where I left my energy and motivation, I may just have it ready for the next podcast episode.

Until then, please help yourself to the slabs of content we've been flinging out in every direction like frisbees. I'll be in the cellar, making widgets.

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