Gearing up.
You know, any other band would be talking about a summer tour right about now. But that's what "normal" bands do. They play in front of actual people and stuff. Big Green? Not so much.
Here's the thing about Big Green. We are not a "normal" band. We are a musical collective, a band of brothers, a loose association of critters, a gaggle of organisms, a ... I don't know, something else that implies more than one of us. And weird. The very suggestion of a "summer tour" brings to mind something quite different from what most people picture. We're not rolling into Akron or Missoula, playing in a urine-soaked noise cave, and sleeping on someone's floor. No, sir - typically, we're sleeping in the urine-soaked cave. That cave? It's called the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, our adopted home.
Okay, so we never, ever do normal tours. I'm not saying we never will, but everyone ELSE is saying it, so who am I to argue? No, sir ... when we go on tour, it's not the usual plainclothes, indie circuit - it's in outer space, on other planets, in other solar systems, and so on. Actually, one time, we did an inner space tour, deep beneath the Earth's crust, but that was the one exception. So if you heard us, and it was after 1993, you would have had to either (a.) tunneled to the planet's chewy center or (b.) traveled to Neptune, Jupiter, or the Crab Nebula. Unlikely, I admit.
Anyway, when we want to do a summer tour, we start by looking up. Way up. Hey, think of it this way. The Hubble Space Telescope, now 25 years in flight, has demonstrated that the visible universe is far busier a place than we had ever previously imagined, with fields of literally millions of galaxies within view. In short, there are a lot of punters out there - a lot more than you'll find down here on old Terra Firma. So what use is it trying to hit it big in America or England or India? We want to be big in M24 and environs. Fuck the Milky Way - it's podunk, according to sFshzenKlyrn, and he should know ... he was DISCOVERED by the Hubble.
So, yeah ... there may be a voyage this summer. Grass is always greener in the next galaxy cluster over.
Here's the thing about Big Green. We are not a "normal" band. We are a musical collective, a band of brothers, a loose association of critters, a gaggle of organisms, a ... I don't know, something else that implies more than one of us. And weird. The very suggestion of a "summer tour" brings to mind something quite different from what most people picture. We're not rolling into Akron or Missoula, playing in a urine-soaked noise cave, and sleeping on someone's floor. No, sir - typically, we're sleeping in the urine-soaked cave. That cave? It's called the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, our adopted home.
Okay, so we never, ever do normal tours. I'm not saying we never will, but everyone ELSE is saying it, so who am I to argue? No, sir ... when we go on tour, it's not the usual plainclothes, indie circuit - it's in outer space, on other planets, in other solar systems, and so on. Actually, one time, we did an inner space tour, deep beneath the Earth's crust, but that was the one exception. So if you heard us, and it was after 1993, you would have had to either (a.) tunneled to the planet's chewy center or (b.) traveled to Neptune, Jupiter, or the Crab Nebula. Unlikely, I admit.
Anyway, when we want to do a summer tour, we start by looking up. Way up. Hey, think of it this way. The Hubble Space Telescope, now 25 years in flight, has demonstrated that the visible universe is far busier a place than we had ever previously imagined, with fields of literally millions of galaxies within view. In short, there are a lot of punters out there - a lot more than you'll find down here on old Terra Firma. So what use is it trying to hit it big in America or England or India? We want to be big in M24 and environs. Fuck the Milky Way - it's podunk, according to sFshzenKlyrn, and he should know ... he was DISCOVERED by the Hubble.
So, yeah ... there may be a voyage this summer. Grass is always greener in the next galaxy cluster over.
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