Lost eppy.

Don't bother me with that now, Marvin. Yes, I've seen you juggle before. But Big Green's interstellar stage show has no slot for jugglers, even if they toss molten crowbars in the air five at a time. What the hell do you think this is, Ringling Brothers? Perry brothers, damn it. Whole different circus.

Seriously, sometimes it feels like I'm running a two-bit talent agency in lower Broadway in 1947. Ever feel that way? Well ... I have, and it's right now. Marvin (my personal robot assistant) has gotten it into his brass head that he needs to warm up our audiences, particularly in venues like Neptune, where the average daily high is something like 55 Kelvin (that's -218 Celsius to you and I). In that kind of climate, Marvin reasons, a little foot-stomping can't go amiss. Sure, he's got a point ... but juggling? On a plain-clothes rock stage? Come on.

Now, I'm sure there are plenty of you - maybe five or six or even more - who are wondering what the hell happened to our September episode of THIS IS BIG GREEN, our podcast. Good question. Fact is, it's finished ... Matt and I did our meaningless conversation segment just a couple of hours ago. It has, of course, become the "lost" September episode, in as much as October is now upon us. Yet another October - who would have believed we would have two in as many years? What are the chances?

Big GreenAnyhow, the "lost" September episode of THIS IS BIG GREEN, due out any day now, is another blockbuster extravaganza, with a special episode of Ned Trek featuring no less than five or six brand spanking new Big Green songs, sung in dialect and embedded in the very woof of the program. It is a feast for sore ears. Feast your ears on this shit, and they'll be sore, for sure. Yes, you're welcome.

Stuff to do. Got to get back to planning our interstellar tour to support sales of Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick. And my cat Sara wants a snack. Coming ... !

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