Keyed off.

Going to have to transpose that one as well. Try it in B-flat. That's right, B-flat. No, no... not THAT B-flat, the one that's between A and B. Jesus.

Oh, hi, reader. (I think you're out there, somewhere). Just reharmonizing a thing or two before Big Green gets underway with their upcoming interstellar tour 2010 (theme not yet announced). Matter of no small necessity, actually, as I just blew out a key on my Roland A-90ex - the A below middle C, as it happens. I think it died of overuse. (We seem to play a lot in A and A minor.) But, frugal as we are, rather than replace the sucker, I've been working around it. Hey... we've got to keep our tinder dry for this tour, man. Wouldn't want to be halfway out to Aldebaran without a spare dime in our pockets, now would we? (Would we? Could be a question for Mitch Macaphee, our mad science advisor, who is an unaffiliated expert on interstellar economics. I myself cannot be certain. A dime COULD be worth a FORTUNE in space...)

Okay, so this is becoming kind of an annoying workaround, to tell the god's honest truth. For instance, we might usually play "Johnny's Gun" in A. That's a non-starter. Key doesn't exist, damn it, unless I have Marvin (my personal robot assistant) stand by and make the appropriate A-440 tone every time I hit the broken key. Seems less than a practical use of his time, quite frankly. Not that there is a truly appropriate use for his time. He's a freaking robot, for chrissake. Built to serve man... and I don't mean that in the sense of some contrived semantic turn of phrase meant to conceal the fact that he, in fact, cooks people for lunch (or perhaps supper). Not a bit of it. Marvin eats tofu and light machine oil, that's it. Just like the rest of us.

You may wonder why it is that we take such a large complement of hangers-on along with us on these extraterrestrial tours. Well, you know the old saying, there's safety in numbers, right? Well, that's got nothing to do with us - we've never been particularly good with numbers. What I was about to say was that we need help, and lots of it. We're not teenagers anymore, and we've long since lost track of our unicycles and pogo sticks. If we're going to face multiple G's, interplanetary turbulence, meteor showers, unexplained magnetic phenomena, irritable and unreasonable extraterrestrials with death-ray eyeballs, extremes of heat and cold, and so on, we're bloody well not going to do it alone. That's the bottom line, friends. We need human (and some non-human) shields and plenty of 'em.

And the first step in our self-defense strategy is learning everything in the right key. What? Oh, damn. sFshzenKlyrn broke a guitar string. Now we can't play in E either!