Open the Door, Richard – It’s Mitch!
Marvin is convinced that some Mars rock is his cousin Franklin. Never mind that he doesn’t have any cousins, Franklin looks nothing like that space rock.
Search Results for: Marvin (my personal robot assistant)
Imitation is the sincerest form of larceny
Suffice to say that the only sound our invention will ever make is the deathly moan it will emit when the garbage collectors haul it away.
And having writ, the hand moves to Jersey
We have so many irons in the fire, there’s nothing left to do the ironing with. Now we have to throw all those wrinkled clothes in the fire with ’em.
Eric the Half a Song. Sing it with me!
The one strike we don’t have against us is material. Got lots of tunes, thanks to my brother Matt. He probably wrote 3 or 4 songs while I was typing that.
Jamming along with the little screen box
We decided this would be a good time to try out one of these remote jamming platforms so we can hear each other swearing at our crappy internet connections.
We’re number none with a rocket!
The sad fact is, I suspect you would be hard pressed to find a band that’s less commercially successful than us. (WE’RE NUMBER NONE!)
Want to hear a song? That makes four of us.
When I raised the question of Big Green virtual performances, the response was less than encouraging. I can’t play four parts at once …. or CAN I?
Putting the pieces back together
Big Green has reached its coral anniversary. The traditional gift on your 35th is not the Electric Light Orchestra box set; it’s some ossified sea exoskeletons.
Putting the strings on your banjo
It’s not like the old days, when we just packed up the broken down van and drove off … until it broke down. Then we got arrested.
Everything but the bathroom sink
Whatever the cause may be, the weather blows into the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill like a landlord on the first of the month.