Are you Sirius?

Homeward bound, I wish I was ... Hoo boy, I hope Paul Simon isn't super litigious, like those folks who own the rights to Happy Birthday. Who the hell are they again? And for chrissake, DON'T SING THE BIRTHDAY SONG!

Thing is, we will be heading in the general direction of home over the coming week, that is, after our gig on Sirius tomorrow ... depending on how THAT goes. Like most of our interstellar tours, the Ned Trek Live Springtime Extravaganza Tour 2019 is presenting certain challenges and unexpected turns of events. Our concert on Procyon was overshadowed somewhat by a large, dry alien moon. (Fun fact: "dry alien moon" is an anagram of the name Leonard Nimoy.) When I say overshadowed, I mean cast in darkness ... which is problematic when you're playing outdoors. No lights in the venue, because the denizen of Procyon 3 can see in the dark. Interesting evolutionary trick, as it's a binary system, so when Procyon A goes down, Procyon B is over your shoulder .... until the dry alien moon intervenes.

I ask you - does any other band have to put up with this shit? We need freaking night vision goggles to get through a night. I was playing organ parts on my piano, string parts on my organ. Matt picked up a 12-string guitar to play six string ( of course .... that's just the way he strings his Ovation Balladeer ... nothing to do with the darkness, you understand). The lunar eclipse was still in progress when the gig ended and the promoter handed us our pay packet. We were well out of the planet's atmosphere before I realized they had paid us in Betelgeusian quatloos, which are virtually worthless back on Earth! Well ... you can spend them at Circuit City, Radio Shack, and Blockbuster Video, but that's about it.

Which Procyon?

Of course, that means when we get to Sirius we have to make some hay. I'm talking Sirius money, people. Their currency is more ethereal, I understand .... most of their transactions take place via thought transference. So if you're playing a song that someone likes, they think a few shekels into your membrane. It makes busking a whole hell of a lot easier - none of that passing the hat bullshit. So Marvin (my personal robot assistant), you're off the hook this week.

Anyway, we'll see how well we go over on the dog star. Hope they don't request Werewolves of London. My Zevon is a little rusty.

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