Just holler.

Delays, delays, delays. Frankly, production is a pain in the ass. That said, what do I do for a living? I'm a producer, damn it. I should have been a janitor. (Though on Sundays, I'm that, too.)

Yes, friends ... the THIS IS BIG GREEN podcast wagon has hit a few bumps in the road. Is it because our Ned Trek productions have become too elaborate and costly? God, no. It's STILL the most cheap-ass podcast on the planet. (We still have that trophy somewhere. I think Anti-Lincoln is using it for an ashtray.) No, it's not complication, it's ... well ... the OTHER kind of complication. Frankly, I need six hands. I could also use a third leg. One ass is enough, of course. The point being, we are spread kind of thin here in Big Green land.

Sure, if we were any other band-focused podcast, we would be content with just hollering randomly into the mic every week and dropping that onto iTunes. But if you're Big Green (and we are), the quality goes in before the name goes on. (Note to lawyers: we make no claim of ownership over the preceding slogan, and it does not in any way reflect the character of our organization.) Of course, the term "quality" is, in fact, value-neutral: things can be of good quality, bad quality, etc. But that's not the point. Every episode has some kind of "quality", and until we insert that value-neutral substance into the file, it ain't going nowhere. Short answer: we're running behind ... again. But THIS IS BIG GREEN is still a thing, and it will return.

Are the 80s over yet?Okay, I'm not going to dip into one of those "things were simpler in the old days" reveries, but what I'm describing are both first-world problems and 21st Century foibles of a type that would have baffled us back when we started this moth-eaten music collective known as Big Green. When we first started using that moniker in 1986-7, we were working with people out around Albany, NY. Matt was writing songs like a mad man, just as he does today. Only there was no internet, no smartphones, no simple way of getting your music out there other than standing on a stage or hawking home-made cassette tapes at the local record shop. Kids these days!

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