Distinct possibilities.

The trouble with doing liner notes is that, damn it, there aren't any liners nowadays. Nothing to put the notes on. Are you getting all this? Great.

Just dictating my thoughts to Marvin (my personal robot assistant). What else are PRA's for anyway if not taking dictation? I had a dictating machine once, but it went off one cay and started an authoritarian government in the Philippines ... so now I've got Marvin. Sounds like a foot disease. (Don't tell Marvin I said that. Gratefully, he's not programmed to read blogs.)

What am I dictating to said personal robot assistant? Just incidental liner notes on our upcoming album, Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick. Yes, I know, this is billed to be an album by Cousin Rick Perry, for Cousin Rick Perry, featuring Cousin Rick Perry. That is all true. But it is also the next Big Green album, and damn it, it needs liner notes like carter needs liver pills. (Ask your grandfather, kid.) This is a complicated task, so it is taking up much of Marvin's time these days. Between draining the water out of the basement of the Cheney Hammer Mill and putting buckets under all the leaks in the roof, Marvin is simply run off his wheels. Woe is he who serves Big Green. Woe, indeed.

Whoa. Indeed! Is that yet another band backing up Cousin Rick? What the hell, that makes an even dozen now. It seems like every track has a different backing band, each one weirder than the last. All of these freaking credits. Once we get done paying the mechanical rights on this sucker, there isn't going to be enough profit left to buy a discarded sandwich at the local pub. (My go-to place for discarded sandwiches.) Damned job-killing regulations! Who the hell says we have to pay every band that plays with Cousin Rick, let alone list their names on the freaking album?

BMI, ASCAP.... anyone else? All right, damn it. Let's see. Frank and the Texas Hots. No way am I including them. What else have we got?

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