Hammer Mill Days

This isn't a pillow, man. This is a freaking anvil. You got this from the forge room, didn't you? What do you think I am, some kind of machine? Yeah, I know - I should expect this sort of thing, living in an abandoned hammer mill. Remnants from the forge room, repurposed for bedding materials. Such are the times we live in. Big Green , like many indie bands, lives pretty close to the margin, my friends. We don't have the resources for all of those extras bands like The Decemberists and Black Flag can afford. God, no... we just make do with what we've got. In these hard times, our fans expect this much at least: that we should be every bit as miserable as they are. And friends, we don't disappoint. That said, I do wish Marvin (my personal robot assistant) would use a little sense in straightening up my living space. Admittedly, his mind has been elsewhere. I think our new marketing advisor, Noname - a minion from our corporate label Loathsome Prick Records - has been...

Just a few quick comments on Iran. What the hell - why should this week be any different from all the others? The rhetoric on Iran is heating up. This is beginning to feel like 2002 all over again - I hope with a different ending, our having benefitted from a bad experience, but I have my doubts. The Israeli government has gone into overdrive in an apparent attempt to prompt into more aggressive action against Iran. Their threat to bomb the place is not an idle one - this is what they do and what they have done, in Syria and in Iraq, not to mention various assaults on Lebanon, though not related to nuclear arms programs. We're hearing the same kind of trope we heard about Saddam Hussein. They're creating a "nuclear arms capability"! They've got missiles that can reach the United States! Be afraid! Of course, we all know how this story ends. What became of Saddam Hussein's nuclear weapons ambitions about which "there can be no doubt"? It was just as d...