Learning Capellini.
I'm sure I'm not the first to make this observation, but I'll say it anyway. There's something compelling about Capella (the Goat star). What it compels us to do is another thing entirely. Booked into another series of club dates on the fourth stone out from Capella, my Big Green colleagues and I have tried to make the best of it. It hasn't been easy. For one thing, the locals here are not very fond of country music, and since our latest album, Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick , is largely made up of mock-country numbers, that puts a damper on things. We've had to reach deep down into the song bag to keep these rock-like creatures happy. (And by that crack I don't simply mean that they like rock music. I mean, they are themselves animate rocks, with stony arms and legs and eyes like geodes. But yes, unsurprisingly, they prefer rock music.) We asked sFshzenKlyrn , our perennial sit-in guitarist, to remove his cowboy hat for the duration (he tries hi...