Song mill.

What the hell. Is that the number of songs? Are you freaking kidding me? Just looking at it is freaking exhausting. All those parts! What the .... !

Forgot that.Oh, hello. I'm pretending to just notice you, there on the other side of this transparent screen that separates us. Hoo-boy, well ... you've caught us in the middle of an analysis of our song inventory. Little hard to keep close track of this stuff. We just write 'em, track 'em, and stack 'em. Never take the time to count them, for chrissake. Before you know it, they're cluttering up the closets, over-stuffing all of the dresser drawers, spilling out into the hallway, and god knows what. Bloody nuisance!

So, on Matt's insistence (slave driver!), we've taken to inventorying them, starting with the most recent examples and working backward. What's first? Well, our Ned Trek songs, of course. Stacks of them. Our February episode of Ned Trek included no less than six new songs, including a number by Mr. Sulu himself: "Two Lines". It's a kind of Sulu-esque lament about the crappy little speeches he was given in the original Star Trek series, typically ... well ... two lines long. Appropriately, the chorus is made up of two-line parts George Takei uttered at various points in his tenure as navigator on the Enterprise:
Captain, the controls are frozen the helm won't respond; we're being pulled inside Aye, aye, my career is broken like a giant hand has me in its hold

Captain, the controls are frozen manual override is completely out Aye, sir, I've been trying but my shields are down and I cannot last

That's about the size of it. So there's maybe forty of these now recorded and mixed. We've got another six in the oven for the next episode of Ned Trek. One of the more productive periods of songwriting in Big Green history, not that quantity is any substitute for quality. Still, we like to think that, in counting them, we are at least handling the quantity part of the issue. Or maybe we've just got way too much time on our hands.

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