Rewind.

It's the dog days, or at least we think it is. So where are the freaking dogs, then? Somewhere a dog is barking.

Well, dogs or no, it's hot as hell out there, so it's probably a good day to lurk in the shadows of the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill and rifle through the archives of the last 30 years of Big Green history. Fortunately, I have Marvin (my personal robot assistant) on hand to help me with the heavy lifting. Yes, he can lift very heavy things. (It's the putting them down part that he's not so good at.) There's a safe in the attic, but I think we'll stick to the file cabinets and banker boxes in the main hammer assembly room.

Got a few old tapes, obviously ... more than a few. When we started out as a band, we recorded on wire ... I mean, tape. (We couldn't afford wire.) Our first reel-to-reel was a broken down SONY machine that my dad bought used at some point. We recorded a few songs on old, thrice recorded tapes, though I couldn't tell you even the names of any of them. Matt had some long instrumental pieces that still survive in that form, a few of which he wrote lyrics for. Then the revelation of cassette tapes arrived, and we bowed in humility before its sheer awesomeness. (That was about the time people started saying "awesome" when they meant something other than "awesome.")

Look what I dug up.I listen to some of our earliest recordings, from back before we had even the name Big Green, and they sound like something from another planet. Most are very poorly recorded, scratched onto a cassette tape using a cheap mic or two. We did a demo at a local studio in 1981 that is a bit clearer - that basically captures what we sounded like at that moment. (It wasn't overdubbed; we just DID IT LIVE, as Bill O'Reilly would say.) That tape was just me, Matt on bass, our guitarist at the time, the late Tim Walsh, and drummer Phil Ross, who still plays downstate. Maybe if I have too much port one of these nights I'll post a song somewhere you can hear it.

That's as deep as I can go into the history sack. We'll see what's a little closer to the top, maybe next week.

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