What's in the box?

Lots going on these days. New podcast, new album, new burnish on Marvin (my personal robot assistant) ... everything is new around the hammer mill these days.

Big GreenThis might be a good time to talk about our new album, Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick ... namely, what's on it, what complex themes, tortured melodies, and convoluted stories are behind each track. Isn't that the era we live in? The age of the "back story", where every reality show has interview sequences in which the stars talk about how they feel about the bogus melodramatic scene they were just in? Yeah, well ... we're not doing that.

Here's a little run down of the tracks, until I run out of breath. (There's twenty-one of them, for pity's sake!)

Fed Up - This is the opening manifesto, the raison d'etre for Cousin Rick Perry's political ambitions, in which Rick lays out his grievances with the federal government, creeping socialism, intrusive gravity, and what-not. Style: real, down-home country music, served up on a chipped blue plate, just the way you like it. Haw.

This Cracker's in Paradise - Cousin Rick has a dream about being president, singing "Jesus came a-voting, and I have reaped divine right." He shares his vision for the first term of the eternal Perry Presidency. Style: funky power ballad. Or something.

Savin' Myself for America - All right, so running for president isn't a dream. Turns out it's hard! But Cousin Rick is determined, right? Style: hint of Roy Orbison rockabilly.

<North Camp Pasture - A dirge-like ode to Cousin Rick's hunting camp formerly known by another name, and the sordid history that follows him like a rabid dog. Style: folk ballad.

Sing, Rick Perry, Sing! - The story of Rick's rise from young man on the prairie to politician to the crackhead Governor of prayer. Style: well, it varies a bit from country walk to primitive dance to 60s rock sing-along.

Awesome Hair - Hey, who can deny it? Cousin Rick has some fabulous folicles. How does he do it? Only his hairdresser knows, and he's dishing up the recipe in this number. Style: swing with the Satchmo dial turned up to seven.

To be continued...

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