Coverland.

Where's my great American songbook? I know I left it around here somewhere. What's that you say, Marvin (my personal robot assistant)? There's no such thing? That's just a metaphor for everything written before nineteen sixty? Okay, gotcha.

Look at me, for chrissake. I'm turning the Hammer Mill upside down looking for something that doesn't even exist outside of our tiny little minds. No, there is no Great American Songbook per se, though I have had "fake" books over the years - the Boston book, the Real book, the Real book with lyrics, etc., all illegal as hell. Strange thing to be declared contraband, but you had to have them .... even if you just played in a contraband. (A band that plays everything backwards, that is.) Seriously, fake books were an essential survival tool in the world of itinerant musicians.

You may well ask why I would need a compendium of old songs. And well you may. Keep asking - eventually I'll find an answer. Yes, well ... as you know, times being what they are, we need to, as the corporatists are fond of saying, diversify our revenue stream. That means selling nuts on the street corner (Marvin's job), bilking the local vicar (Anti-Lincoln's job), blackmailing the neighbors with anti-gravity rays (Mitch Macaphee's job), and plunking out cover songs in the local coffeehouse / bar (ulp ... my job). And like filling in for the local retail clerk, none of us are any good at our new jobs. (Particularly Marvin ... he keeps over-roasting the filberts in his toaster oven.)



Not that I'm entirely new to the work. Long-time listeners of Big Green will be surprised to learn that we have, in fact, played covers in front of yawning audiences. I even have video demo tape of covers we did back in the early 1990s which I may even be imprudent enough to post someday (with some encouragement). We used to cover all sorts - Talking Heads, Jimi Hendrix, David Bowie, The Band, Neil Young, Taj Mahal, fuck all, you name it. What I'm doing now is more like what I did when I was 19 or 20 - folk-pop music from the 60s and 70s, which was, frankly, contemporary music when I was 19 or 20. Hard for me to believe that anyone wants to hear those songs again, but I don't know .... maybe it's been long enough. And I need some freaking coin in my hat, dude.

So start busking, right? Where's my "Real Book"? I mean ... someone else's Real Book.