What the… ? (Fill in the blank.)
Expect to see us huddled together? Not a chance – it’s every slug for himself in this band.
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Is it morning?
If I had a hammer mill… I’d sleep a whole lot better.
Take it away.
Okay… let’s put it another way. Take ME away.
Pull the other one.
We’ve been served. And I don’t mean by a particularly skillful dance troupe.
I said keep the bastards away from me!
That little iron fido is one of Mitch Macaphee’s latest experiment. It’s his Eighth Man, if you know what I mean, though he’s clearly no Professor Genius.
Long view.
This tour is not going to happen without someone willing to do the hard work of booking the dates, threatening the club owners, and bribing the officials. (Did I say that?)
Sound out.
Greetings from the soundstage of terusdanorf girundolph huzzah. Can you hear me out there? Are you sure? Testing, testing… Oh, the trials and tribulations of interstellar tours! And who knows them better than Big Green, right? We know them all, like the backs of our hands. (Hmmmm…. never noticed that mole before. Better get that … Continue reading Sound out.
Surrounded.
Spacemen to the left of me. Spacemen to the right of me. Spacemen above my head. And beneath my soles? Astroturf. That’s right… astroturf. Welcome back, Big Green-ites, to a world turned upside-down. Well, not upside-down exactly… probably more like 180 degrees clockwise, with a slight southward dip on the “y” axis. Either way, things … Continue reading Surrounded.
Eviction in progress.
Floating? Falling? Only my mentalist knows for sure.