Who's Teller?


Down and down and down we go, round and round and round we go... Ah, I forgot what comes next. Oh yeah - it's either "ker-splash!" or "crunch!"

Hi, friends. If you're just tuning in (or browsing over), we're working on a little under ground expedition. That crevice that opened up in the foundation of the Cheney Hammer Mill (our adopted home) apparently goes down to the core of our humble planet, and we've taken it upon ourselves to determine just how goddamned deep that actually is. First we sent Marvin (my personal robot assistant) down there, with less than his full cooperation (we had Big Zamboola give him a shove of encouragement). Our latest foray is actually tasked with finding out what happened to Marvin. This consists of the man-sized tuber with a flashlight and a web cam attached to his... well... head (or anterior protuberance, whichever you prefer).

Dropping him into the crevice is like dropping a potato down a well. In fact, I don't know why I'm using a simile - it IS dropping a potato down a well, waiting to hear the splash. I know what you're thinking, but just remember... the man-sized tuber did nothing but oppress us as mayor of our little town, and so he owes us, in our estimation. (No, I don't have a mouse in my pocket. I'm referring to the entire Big Green entourage.)

There are better ways to spend our time, to be sure, and we've been trying to find them (blindfolded, with oven mitts on both hands). Like managing to record, rehearse, etc. - and yes, we've been doing both, between our little house projects. Still working on that live project concentrating on audio-visual explanations of all of our songs. This came out of playing, listening, and realizing that, w.t.f., we've got some 'splainin' to do, as Tom Coburn said to Justice Sotamayor. Take, for instance, this little number by Matt called "Edward Teller":

You're Edward Teller
Direct your lampshade to number fun
Those hidden equations are all pleasures to solve
Bless your huge genius
Now we all thank the son of a bitch

He's tapped out our life support
And all he wanted was some swell friends
Threadbare daddy


Now, whereas some of us consider that entirely self-explanatory, others may wonder - rightfully - whether or not we have some mental issues. That's not in question. (We DO.) We just want people to get the most out of our music, and that can't be bad. (Or.... can it?)

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to join Mitch Macaphee in hauling that tuber out of the hole. More later...

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