Rigelian casaba fever.
Which star is this again? I get them mixed up sometimes. We did Betelgeuse. We did Aldebaran. One big red, the other little yellow. Now it's time for a blue star ... Rigel. Perfect place to play the blues.
Big Green playing the blues ... on our interstellar tour to support Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick? Well ... sure, why not. That's some of what we started out by playing many, many moons (and many suns) ago, before we started writing a lot of our own music. We played Taj Mahal numbers, real standards like Statesboro Blues, and similar stuff, along with songs by The Beatles, The Band, Neil Young, etc. In our early days as Big Green, we had an alter ego cover band that performed under a series of ridiculous names, including "The Space Hippies", "I-19", and others. (One club owner, I recall, refused to hire The Space Hippies, claiming that, if he did, he would be "laughed out of Utica." That's when we founded the band, "Laughed out of Utica".)
Right, so ... our first night on Rigel, we started out with our old club date rendition of Corrina, Corrina. The non-corporeal beings of Rigel 3 went wild, as far as we can tell. The only way we can register any type of response is through highly sophisticated scanning equipment we borrowed from Hegemonic Records and Worm Farm, Inc. (they use it to track labor organizers in their mines and on their plantations). According to th
e sensodyne magenetometer, the charged particles that make up most of the mass of Rigelian "bodies" were vibrating at a particularly high frequency during Corrina, Corrina. I call that success.
Of course, we are having some mechanical problems with our spacecraft. Nothing new there. Just a matter of thrust, or lack of same. Too many Rigelian casabas in the fuel mix, I suspect. We're likely to stay on Rigel 3 for a couple more days, since we can't seem to escape its orbit. sFshzenKlyrn, our sit-in guitarist from the planet Zenon, has gone on to the next engagement ahead of us, since he does not require a space craft to travel between worlds. Handy, that. One day, perhaps he'll show me how it's done. Then I'll make Marvin (my personal robot assistant) do it.
Next stop: Capella.
Big Green playing the blues ... on our interstellar tour to support Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick? Well ... sure, why not. That's some of what we started out by playing many, many moons (and many suns) ago, before we started writing a lot of our own music. We played Taj Mahal numbers, real standards like Statesboro Blues, and similar stuff, along with songs by The Beatles, The Band, Neil Young, etc. In our early days as Big Green, we had an alter ego cover band that performed under a series of ridiculous names, including "The Space Hippies", "I-19", and others. (One club owner, I recall, refused to hire The Space Hippies, claiming that, if he did, he would be "laughed out of Utica." That's when we founded the band, "Laughed out of Utica".)
Right, so ... our first night on Rigel, we started out with our old club date rendition of Corrina, Corrina. The non-corporeal beings of Rigel 3 went wild, as far as we can tell. The only way we can register any type of response is through highly sophisticated scanning equipment we borrowed from Hegemonic Records and Worm Farm, Inc. (they use it to track labor organizers in their mines and on their plantations). According to th
e sensodyne magenetometer, the charged particles that make up most of the mass of Rigelian "bodies" were vibrating at a particularly high frequency during Corrina, Corrina. I call that success.
Of course, we are having some mechanical problems with our spacecraft. Nothing new there. Just a matter of thrust, or lack of same. Too many Rigelian casabas in the fuel mix, I suspect. We're likely to stay on Rigel 3 for a couple more days, since we can't seem to escape its orbit. sFshzenKlyrn, our sit-in guitarist from the planet Zenon, has gone on to the next engagement ahead of us, since he does not require a space craft to travel between worlds. Handy, that. One day, perhaps he'll show me how it's done. Then I'll make Marvin (my personal robot assistant) do it.
Next stop: Capella.
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