Betel-mania.
Frankly, sFshzenKlyrn, I never knew there was any such thing as reverse gravity. Had I known that, I might not have agreed to play this gig. (Said the man floating helplessly in space.)
Oh, yeah - someone's reading this. Hi, Earth friends. Another dispatch from the road with news of Big Green's 2014 Interstellar Tour in support of our album Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick. I have to pause here to put in a brief plug for our tour sponsors, SPAPOOP petroleum snacks, a division of Koch Industries. SPAPOOP: So good, you'll forget it's not edible! Get some today! No, really ... today! Right now!
Okay, in all honesty, we had to do the promo to ensure that we have enough fuel to get to our next engagement. That's the way it works out here on the interstellar club circuit (particularly with these plain clothes gigs). Most of the time, there's not cover or drink minimum - people just pass the space helmet around. Sometimes it comes back full of SPAPOOP. It's for that reason our tour advisers at Hegemonic Records and Worm Farm procured the endorsement deal from the Kock Brothers.
Pity, too. We hit it pretty hard on Betelgeuse; if we were paid by the decibel, we would have done pretty well even without the helmet proceeds. Our audience particularly appreciated "Santiny", "Aw, Shoot," and "Flying Up Ricky", waving their long, sucker-tipped fingers in the air in time with the music, emitting sparks from their sinewy antennae. sFshzenKlyrn tells us that's applause, but it's hard to be sure. All in all, a good night.
Or it would have been, but for the fact that the gravity reversed itself halfway through the evening. I guess that happens all the time on Betelgeuse Five. (That would explain the suction cups on their hands and feet, right? Isn't nature wonderful!) Still, who knew ... and before I could say HAAALLP! I was flying off into the exosphere, a missile without a cause, along with my hapless bandmates.
Sure, that might have been it, friends, except that sFshzenKlyrn is tremendously at home in deep space. He towed us back to the relative safety of our rental craft, using his personal gravitational fields. Good fellow to have around.
Next week: Rigel.
Oh, yeah - someone's reading this. Hi, Earth friends. Another dispatch from the road with news of Big Green's 2014 Interstellar Tour in support of our album Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick. I have to pause here to put in a brief plug for our tour sponsors, SPAPOOP petroleum snacks, a division of Koch Industries. SPAPOOP: So good, you'll forget it's not edible! Get some today! No, really ... today! Right now!
Okay, in all honesty, we had to do the promo to ensure that we have enough fuel to get to our next engagement. That's the way it works out here on the interstellar club circuit (particularly with these plain clothes gigs). Most of the time, there's not cover or drink minimum - people just pass the space helmet around. Sometimes it comes back full of SPAPOOP. It's for that reason our tour advisers at Hegemonic Records and Worm Farm procured the endorsement deal from the Kock Brothers.
Pity, too. We hit it pretty hard on Betelgeuse; if we were paid by the decibel, we would have done pretty well even without the helmet proceeds. Our audience particularly appreciated "Santiny", "Aw, Shoot," and "Flying Up Ricky", waving their long, sucker-tipped fingers in the air in time with the music, emitting sparks from their sinewy antennae. sFshzenKlyrn tells us that's applause, but it's hard to be sure. All in all, a good night.
Or it would have been, but for the fact that the gravity reversed itself halfway through the evening. I guess that happens all the time on Betelgeuse Five. (That would explain the suction cups on their hands and feet, right? Isn't nature wonderful!) Still, who knew ... and before I could say HAAALLP! I was flying off into the exosphere, a missile without a cause, along with my hapless bandmates.
Sure, that might have been it, friends, except that sFshzenKlyrn is tremendously at home in deep space. He towed us back to the relative safety of our rental craft, using his personal gravitational fields. Good fellow to have around.
Next week: Rigel.
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