Practice makes more practice.
All right, then. Ready? One, two, three, four .... wait, whaaat? That's not how that song starts. The bagpipes come in on the third verse, not right at the beginning. Where's that screaming guitar, Mitch? You promised me a screaming guitar! Oh, man. It's really been too long since we got out on the star-dusty trail and played a few remote venues. Pulling together a live show is hard when you're this rusty. In fact, it's starting to make interstellar space travel seem trivial by comparison. But what the hell, we're doing it - Big Green is going on another galactic tour, assuming we can find a spaceship worthy of such a journey. No matter what the difficulties may be, the daunting challenges ... we will not be daunted. Forward! Forward into the breech, me lads! So much for the motivational speech. Actually, I think the toughest problem we have on this project is, well, personnel. We're a little thin on the ground here at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill....