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What did YOU do on YOUR Summer Vacation, bruh?

The dog days are upon us, once again. Hot as a motherfucker up here in Central New York. It makes me think of all those New Yorkers who moved down to Florida when they retired – so many that they took ten electoral college votes with them. If they had just waited a few years, sweltering Florida weather would have found them right the fuck here. The more you know.

So, how did you spend your summer? Working like a dog? Vacationing? Here at Big Green, we know it’s none of our business and that we have no right to even ask. The fact that we did, indeed, ask is just more evidence of our transgressive nature as a band from the alternative rock era. I mean, just look at that banner image from 1992 – DRIPPING with attitude. What a bunch of fuckers. (If you want to see the action figures in action, go to our Videos page and scroll down to “I Hate Your Face” or “Why Not Call It George“.)

Anyway, the least we can do – or, speaking for myself, the least I can do – is tell you what I did over the summer. Sure, you’re not asking, but again, I remind you, as a transgressive rocker that presents no real obstacle. And the chef’s kiss of my 90s arrogance is that I will tell you all about, and then say, “You’re welcome”. Ouch, right? Why couldn’t we have been one of those ironic hipster bands?

The Basement Tapes

Okay, so I can’t speak to what Matt Perry did with his summer. Suffice to say, it had a lot to do with chasing birds and feeding beavers . (And no, those are NOT euphemisms for sexual adventures. You think with that brain?) Much of my time was taken up much less productively with a project that involves unearthing archival recordings tracked many years ago, in a galaxy far, far away.

Let me start at the beginning. Our erstwhile drummer (and current brother-in-law) John White brought over a box of reel-to-reel tapes this past Spring, all of which were unlabeled, kind of grimy, and not in the greatest condition. We suspected some may be recordings of my late brother Mark, who came up as a classical pianist from about age 7, but it was hard to know because (wait for it) I didn’t have a reel deck.

Big Green's new state of the art Akai reel to reel stereo tape recorder. His master's voice!

I won’t bore you with the details, but over the Spring months I tried to procure an old-school stereo tape recorder. I ordered one off of Reverb.com, listed as “very good” condition, and it didn’t work. I ordered a second one from a different vendor – THAT one didn’t work. Finally, I made my way out to a used electronics shop outside of Syracuse and bought an Akai deck that did what it was manufactured to do – play back old reel tapes.

Country to Chopin to … Kermit?

What was on those old tapes? Well, some recordings of Mark as a young pianist, playing short classical and popular pieces. There was one tape that I believe was a dupe of a recording he did at Syracuse University in 1969 or so, playing Chopin’s ballade no 4 in F minor, opus 52 – beautifully, I might add. (A bit like Rubenstein played it.) There was also a recording of a jazz concert that featured him performing in what sounded like a sextet, likely in the mid to late 1970s – I have no idea who the other musicians were or where they were playing. Pretty amazing tape. Those are the highlights.

Then there was some oddball stuff, like a recording of a local pop country singer named Bob O’Donnell singing a couple of numbers; a jam tape of the upstate New York rock band called Sky Church, which Mark played with (though he wasn’t on the recording); and some random stuff from old time television, like Kermit the Frog’s Rubber Ducky song. (Seriously.)

More where that came from

Right, so the old tapes in the cardboard box are not the only reel-to-reel recording I have on hand. Now that I’ve gone through all of them, I’ve started to listen back to our more well-preserved archive tapes, and I’m finding some strange stuff – like recordings of me and Matt jamming in our parents’ living room, Matt playing some of his original guitar instrumental pieces from 1980-81, and other stuff I was only vaguely aware of.

I suspect some of the better bits will see the light of day – I’m digitizing everything that’s even marginally listenable, and will post stuff as seems appropriate. Call it a vacation. I’m guessing we’ll get back to recording new Big Green material this Fall, depending on Matt’s availability. But for right now, we’re sticking with the lazy man projects.

What did you do over the summer? Again, though we have zero right to that information, you can let us know at [email protected] or in the comments.

Oh, yeah … YOU’RE WELCOME.

Pulling the plug is never as easy as it looks

Get Music Here

I don’t know. I’m effing sick of this. Are you effing sick of this, too? You are? Wow … okay. For how many years? Damn …. why didn’t you say so? I was just doing this to keep YOU happy!

Well, you learn something new every day. Or at least every week. Except last week – I was kind of too busy to learn anything. It gets like that sometimes. Anyway, let’s just agree to say that you learn something new every little once in a while. Maybe every time Sylvie brings you some water. Like in the Leadbelly Song. But I digress.

What the this is

The “this” we’re kvetching about is this thing called blogging. We’ve been doing it for twenty years, and somehow – seemingly unnoticed by us – the world has kind of moved on. Now everything is social media, social media, etc. A few still blog, outside of the corporate shills, but it’s not really a thing anymore, and well … that’s a shame. Still, blogging has its place. I just don’t know whether or not its place is here, exactly.

Since we started this back in 1999, it’s been kind of a chronicle, a travel log, and a journal rolled into one. There have been a lot of twists and turns, like those times we went to the chewy center of the earth, blasting our way through miles of nougat until we hit molten caramel. Or the times we’ve visited the gas giants on the outskirts of our celestial neighborhood. We always felt that people would come away from those stories with valuable life lessons. Lessons like, DON’T TALK TO THOSE SQUATTERS!

The free hand

Now some of you might say, well, so you’ve been writing a stupid blog. What are you doing with your OTHER hand? It may surprise you to know that it actually takes two hands to type this stuff in. The fact is, we need to start doing other things …. things that are more, I don’t know, useful maybe? Not the right word. How about interesting? Probably still not ideal. Nevertheless, we need at least one free hand, even if we’re going hands-free.

Us, back in the day

I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again. Matt’s been writing songs like a house on fire. Even in our salad days he didn’t put out THIS much stuff. And we didn’t have a lot of salad days. Anyway, we’re going to start recording these songs, first as demos, then maybe pull it together in another album. We have the makings of at least one other album in the Ned Trek library – the new stuff, though, is completely different. That’s the one thing we’ve never been short on: material. Everything else, yes, but not that.

Wait for it!

Long story short, I will be posting Big Green stuff on social media, maybe pull some of that into the blog, but these regular posts will be going on hiatus. If I hear a flurry of calls for them to return, I will start posting again … but I’m not holding my breath. Til then, you know where to find us. (Right here.)

Planning a tour on the ground floor

Get Music Here

Okay, I really think you have the order of operations wrong. One thing has to come before the other thing, and you’ve got the wrong thing first. Dude, it’s not that hard – why are you blinking those lights so frantically? This isn’t differential calculus … whatever the hell THAT is.

Oh, hey, out there in normal people land. Just having a little conversation here, nothing to get excited about. Just a handful of friends getting together for a quick jawbone. That’s a big motherfucker, man. I’ve seen smaller jawbones on a donkey. Whoa, is that the time? Okay, well … gotta go, guys! Great chewing the fat with you.

Right … now that I’m out of earshot, JEEEsus, what a bunch of asshats. That’s what I get for raising the issue of touring again. Let me ‘splain.

Cart before the horse

You know the old saying: don’t put the cart before the horse. For one thing, the horse might decide to drive away in the cart. And if you’re applying a different meaning to the expression “put X before Y”, you should always prioritize animals over inanimate objects. That’s a no brainer. (Or perhaps a YES brainer. But I digress.)

I guess the point is, I seem to me among a stark minority of members of Big Green’s broader entourage who believe that we should RECORD and RELEASE an album before we go on tour promoting it, not after. Not sure why I feel that way, but I do, and Marvin (my personal robot assistant) can’t get his little brass head around that idea. I mean, I can understand why antimatter Lincoln would be in favor of the before plan – he’s from that backwards universe where everyone eats corn on the cob vertically rather than horizontally.

I don't know, Abe. That doesn't look right to me.

What’s that you say?

Now, some of you out there may be asking, what album? And yes, I know lately we’ve been doing little more than posting old archival video of us playing random songs. But just because there’s snow on the roof doesn’t mean there isn’t snow in the living room as well. (I’ve got to stop using so many cliches, particularly the ones that don’t make any sense.) The simple fact is, we’ve got some songs … a whole lot of them.

What are we doing with said songs? We’re incubating the fuckers. We’re tossing parts back and forth, writing chord charts, barking into microphones, squinting at pages of poorly recorded verse. We’re pulling things apart and patching them back together with bailing wire and scotch tape. We’re …. killing time, frankly. It’s just fun to play new stuff, even when you’re doing it over the internets.

Why the internets? Matt is sequestered in his naturalist redoubt, watching birds, feeding beavers, and somehow writing scores of new songs. So we use sophisticated web-based technology to do our dirty work. Because that’s how we roll.

Where to begin. So many choices.

Now, if we were to go on tour … AFTER finishing the new album, we could start on that pulsar I talked about last week. Nobody’s played there yet, so we could finally be the first to market with something. (Damn, we suck at capitalism!)