When the hell?

I know what you're all saying out there. You're saying, "Where's my socks?" and "The paper's late again this morning. Stupid paper carrier!" and "You'll eat it and like it!" Stuff like that. Am I right?

Squx.Well, right or wrong, I like to think that you've been wondering about a couple of things with regard to the band Big Green, denizens of the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill and the alien intelligence behind this skimpy little blog. One is, well, when the hell are we going to release another album? I mean, it's been nearly 18 months since we put out Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick. What the hell are we playing at, anyway? Or maybe you're uttering that same thought in Swahili. It could be anything!

Then there's the performance question. I know, I know ... we've been extremely remiss in this area. Big Green hasn't performed in front of a terrestrial audience in uncounted thousands of years. Sure, we've played in the solar system, which is practically in your neighborhood. You could easily see our performances with the Hubble Space Telescope, and perhaps hear them with a radio telescope. That has been the best we've been able to do up to now. Squint hard and you can see us.

Marvin (my personal robot assistant) took it into his little tin head to do some advertising for us, hiring some firm to do smoke signals on Mars. All he managed to do was confuse NASA royally, and make a bunch of astrophysicists scratch their heads like monkeys and throw bones in the air, hoping they'll turn into futuristic space shuttles. If that's brand advertising, I'm an astrophysicist's uncle. And I'm not. So just pretend you didn't see that puff of smoke on the red planet, friends. Nothing to see here.

The fact is, we will get around to putting out some more music sometime soon. I'm working on posting some of our existing catalog on YouTube. And we've got new music, so ultimately it will be out there. Way out there.

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