Tonight's the night.

That's it, over there.Well, shut my mouth. There appears to be some kind of celebration taking place up the street from the Hammer Mill. Maybe we should mosey on over there. Or maybe not. This street's getting a little rough. (I don't mean crime-wise. I mean the pavement's in pieces, as in potholes the size of a Buick ... some with Buicks stuck in them.)

It's a natural fact - we need to get out more. Big Green is getting house bound, or mill-bound, if you will. Part of it is our reluctance to play gigs anywhere on planet Earth. That is, admittedly, a failing of ours. Mea culpa. I don't know why we don't perform on our mother world. Maybe it's the gravity. My keyboards weigh a ton on earth, but when we play, say, Phoebos, I can pick them up with one hand. Sure, there aren't a lot of music fans there ... none, in fact, but setting up is a breeze!

Check out our podcast, This Is Big Green.We've been asked to consider playing a club or a college here on Terra. Why, just last week, Marvin (my personal robot assistant) said we should set up in the old man bar on the corner and jam until they boot our sorry asses back into the road. Inartfully put, perhaps, but his corroded tin heart was in the right place. So the other night I dropped in at that joint, sat there and stared at the piano for a couple of hours. I didn't make any noise, so I left. I'm going back again tonight to see if there's a different outcome.

Old man bar on Earth, zero-gravity lounge on Neptune - it doesn't make much difference to us where we play, so long as we know what the hell we're playing. I've never been good at set lists, but I know that if someone on stage picks the songs, it's less likely that we'll have to play a bunch of stuff people ask us to play. Like something by the Scorpions, for instance.

Whoa, is that the time? Time to go out in the street and be sociable. Talk soon.

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