Home base.
Wait, I didn't hear that last bit. Are you saying that we can't even get in the front door let alone the living quarters? What the fuck. Where is that Goldilocks Planet again? Cygnus? Oh, hi. Well, we have made our triumphant return to planet Earth, our somewhat disapproving mother, having completed Interstellar Tour 2014 in support of our latest album, Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick . And as any of you who travel in interstellar space know all too well, when you get back from a long journey, typically you find that everything has gone to hell in your absence. It's a severe disincentive to traveling, I can tell you. But what's the alternative? Hole up in a leaky hammer mill all winter? Not a chance. Big Green's loaner rocket touched down in Central New York around 1:00 a.m local time on Thursday, only to find that someone had changed the padlock on the gate to the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, where we have made our home for the past decade or two (becaus...