Sing the right one.
Let the eagle soar! Higher than it's ever flown before! From sandy beach to rocky shore ... let the mighty eagle soar!
Oh, hello. Didn't know you were there. I was finishing up my morning shower just then. Why am I singing John Ashcroft's signature composition? Well, you know how they tell you that the best way to ensure proper hand washing is to sing "Happy Birthday" while you're doing it? Well, I thought I needed a song to sing while I wash my ass. And that was the first song that sprang to mind. Just thought I'd share that. (Hiya, Mr. Attorney General!)
So what have we been up to lately? Well, bits and bobs. You know the drill. Everybody's got their onerous responsibilities to discharge, and Big Green is certainly no exception. Brother Matt has been up to his eyeballs in animal related work, of course. I have been toiling away at my nine-to-five, pulling what's left of my not-yet-gray hair out. (In bunches.) We've got a lot of parts to put down on our next album ... it's just getting to it that's the problem. Still, where there's a will ... there's a ... will? How does that go again?
We're thinking about another interstellar tour. Now that Pluto is a better-known venue, that seems like a good place to start. Easy to find for our regular audiences. Small, yes. Cold, certainly. And a certain lack of amenities. But Big Green is a decidedly plain clothes gig, man. We don't kowtow to the suits. That kind of thing is what we call "weak sauce." We're sticking it to "the man" - especially Marvin (my personal robot assistant), who has apparently entered some kind of beatnik phase. I think he's been watching reruns of Dobie Gillis. Or Gilligan's Island, perhaps. He's rocking a mop top just lately - not sure where he's going with that.
Well, best get back to work. We will be posting our next episode of THIS IS BIG GREEN before too terribly long, so keep that iPod warmed up.
Oh, hello. Didn't know you were there. I was finishing up my morning shower just then. Why am I singing John Ashcroft's signature composition? Well, you know how they tell you that the best way to ensure proper hand washing is to sing "Happy Birthday" while you're doing it? Well, I thought I needed a song to sing while I wash my ass. And that was the first song that sprang to mind. Just thought I'd share that. (Hiya, Mr. Attorney General!)
So what have we been up to lately? Well, bits and bobs. You know the drill. Everybody's got their onerous responsibilities to discharge, and Big Green is certainly no exception. Brother Matt has been up to his eyeballs in animal related work, of course. I have been toiling away at my nine-to-five, pulling what's left of my not-yet-gray hair out. (In bunches.) We've got a lot of parts to put down on our next album ... it's just getting to it that's the problem. Still, where there's a will ... there's a ... will? How does that go again?
We're thinking about another interstellar tour. Now that Pluto is a better-known venue, that seems like a good place to start. Easy to find for our regular audiences. Small, yes. Cold, certainly. And a certain lack of amenities. But Big Green is a decidedly plain clothes gig, man. We don't kowtow to the suits. That kind of thing is what we call "weak sauce." We're sticking it to "the man" - especially Marvin (my personal robot assistant), who has apparently entered some kind of beatnik phase. I think he's been watching reruns of Dobie Gillis. Or Gilligan's Island, perhaps. He's rocking a mop top just lately - not sure where he's going with that.
Well, best get back to work. We will be posting our next episode of THIS IS BIG GREEN before too terribly long, so keep that iPod warmed up.
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