Social obscurity.

Yeah, I'm back. Did you miss me? Didn't notice I was gone? Okay, then. (Sigh...) Not for nothing that Big Green was once described as one of the most obscure bands out there. We are freaking invisible - just ask the people standing behind us, all of whom you can see clearly, because ... again ... we're freaking invisible.

But just because we're invisible, that doesn't mean we're inaudible. That old adage about children being "best seen and not heard" doesn't apply here, as we are not children, and we are not quiet. Nay, we are LOUD. Well, loud-ISH, and occasionally louder than that. Exhibit A: our song Jesus Has A Known Mind, which we've featured a couple of times on our podcast, THIS IS BIG GREEN. That's loud, if you turn up the volume. Try it next time you play the podcast. Or put your iPod bluetooth speaker in the middle of a cavernous room, then crank it up to 11. That should be the advisory on all of our albums. That and "avoid using heavy machinery". (Not because it's dangerous, but because it is hard.)

Get out! We're not only musically obscure, Big Green is also socially obscure, I'm proud-ish to say. We're the only band I can think of who, when moving into an abandoned hammer mill, draws pointed comments of "there goes the neighborhood" from across the brickyard. Fact is, we're not even good enough to live in a condemned building. But we don't let THAT stop us. No, sir ... and thanks to the ingenuity of our mad science advisor, Mitch Macaphee (just back from MonsterCom, an annual gathering of like-minded crazy doctors in Madagascar), none of those local hostiles can get within thirty feet of our front door without being stopped by an impenetrable force field. (At least I'm told that it's there. Either that, or no one wants anything to do with us. Which is more likely? You decide, my friends.)

The happy by-product of our unpopularity is that we are able to work without fear of interruption on whatever it is we're producing at any given time. (Currently, it's the Ned Trek Christmas Pageant.) And with the help of Marvin (my personal robot assistant), who's helping us with the editing, we have a shot at finishing this sucker before the holiday ... so that we can share it with ... well ... whoever listens to us. (Note: the podcast is invisible as well.)

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