Release minus ... what?
Still watching that space? Well, give it up. That was a joke, damn it. Don't take me literally ... that way lies madness.
Well, here we are, inching closer to the release date of Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick, Big Green's third and perhaps silliest album ever. Fully 21 tracks of pure, unadulterated goofiness, each one performed by what is nominally a completely different combo. We've got the master all set. We've designed the packaging for our limited run of CD-Rs and the graphics for our digital distributors. Now all we have to do is, well, complete the arcane process of acquiring ISRC codes for all of the tracks, manufacturing the discs, doing a run of wax cylinders for those listeners still enamored of that format, and so on.
What is the release date? Good question. Ask our corporate label, Hegemonic Records and Worm Farm, Inc., a.k.a. Hegephonic. They make all the big foot decisions. (By that I mean, they actually have a sasquatch serving as their Chief Operations Officer. Explains a lot.) Like many artists (and it's in deference to the mansized tuber that I include us within that rubric), we get impatient with red tape. So when you see the disc - if you see the disc - you will see our own imprint on the package; a logo for Hammermade Records, and well, it doesn't exist, but it sounds right, so what the fuck.
Some have told us that we should have called the label Hammermaid, like Milkmaid condensed milk. We don't listen to some people, particularly if they are Marvin (my personal robot assistant), who has a particular liking for condensed milk products because they remind him of motor oil. In any case, we don't take a lot of pains over trifles like imprints and logos, because in all honesty, that's not what we're about. We are the original discorporate rock band. We say no to corporate hegemony. We're off the grid, man. (Aside from all that stuff involving money, paying for things, etc.)
So again, be forewarned. Release of Cowboy Scat is imminent. After which, we will likely go into hiding (or perhaps the witness protection program) assuming Cousin Rick Perry catches wind of this. (Don't tell 'im!)
Well, here we are, inching closer to the release date of Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick, Big Green's third and perhaps silliest album ever. Fully 21 tracks of pure, unadulterated goofiness, each one performed by what is nominally a completely different combo. We've got the master all set. We've designed the packaging for our limited run of CD-Rs and the graphics for our digital distributors. Now all we have to do is, well, complete the arcane process of acquiring ISRC codes for all of the tracks, manufacturing the discs, doing a run of wax cylinders for those listeners still enamored of that format, and so on. What is the release date? Good question. Ask our corporate label, Hegemonic Records and Worm Farm, Inc., a.k.a. Hegephonic. They make all the big foot decisions. (By that I mean, they actually have a sasquatch serving as their Chief Operations Officer. Explains a lot.) Like many artists (and it's in deference to the mansized tuber that I include us within that rubric), we get impatient with red tape. So when you see the disc - if you see the disc - you will see our own imprint on the package; a logo for Hammermade Records, and well, it doesn't exist, but it sounds right, so what the fuck.
Some have told us that we should have called the label Hammermaid, like Milkmaid condensed milk. We don't listen to some people, particularly if they are Marvin (my personal robot assistant), who has a particular liking for condensed milk products because they remind him of motor oil. In any case, we don't take a lot of pains over trifles like imprints and logos, because in all honesty, that's not what we're about. We are the original discorporate rock band. We say no to corporate hegemony. We're off the grid, man. (Aside from all that stuff involving money, paying for things, etc.) So again, be forewarned. Release of Cowboy Scat is imminent. After which, we will likely go into hiding (or perhaps the witness protection program) assuming Cousin Rick Perry catches wind of this. (Don't tell 'im!)
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