Casting bread upon the whatever.

Hey howdee, everybody! It's your old friend Joe of Big Green. Yeee-haw, have we got an amazing blog post for you this week. Shit boy howdy. (Did I say "howdy" yet?)

"Cousin" Rick My apologies. I'm just practicing up for the promotional tour we'll be embarking upon to plug our new album, Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick, a collection of songs written by, for, of, and around our dear cousin, Rick Perry, governor of Texas, author of all we hold dear, inventor of the syrup gin, holder of the three-cards (in 3-card Monte ... don't know where I'm going with that). Rumor has it that the album is a recreated soundtrack from a musical that was lost over the side of a pleasure craft on Lake Tahoe in 1978. Someone apparently went back in time for that particular Nevada vacation. Rumor has it, anyway.

Okay, so ... we're practicing, to be sure. What else? Well, we posted the February episode of our ludicrous podcast, THIS IS BIG GREEN, just this past week. What kind of trouble did we get ourselves into? That's a tall order, my friend. Just download the sucker and find out. It's about 100 minutes of pure audio ecstasy, prepared for pod by yours truly and my somewhat more complicated brother, Matt Perry esq. Here are some highlights:

Ned Trek VII: The Last Moon of Frutoonius - the latest episode in the continuing saga of Willard Mitt Romney, commander of the starship Free Enterprise, and his talking dressage horse / first officer, Mr. Ned. This month, Willard, Ned, and Doc Coburn lock horns with rogue operator Newt Gingrich and his strange, other-worldly (or other-moonly) alien fifth wife.

Songs - We spin "Asteroid" from our album, International House, in celebration of our recent near-miss (or in the words of the immortal George Carlin, "near-hit") by a large asteroid. We also play a lost demo from that same project, a song called "Say You Will" that never made it on to the finished album. Lastly, we play "Beautiful Grid", a recording from about 1991 or so produced by Bob Acquaviva of Mere Mortals fame, featuring Tony (Ace) Butera on guitar - this is off our "President's Brain is Missing" EP.

....and several butchers aprons. Got to get back to it. Time's a-wasting. Enjoy!

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