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Usual Rubbish

Slumming.

Sure, it’s the middle of summer, the doldrums, as it were, and more often than not my feet are dangling off the end of a plank in the courtyard as I sit, hose in hand, splashing water on the dandelions. Hey, weeds have to drink too, you know.

Here comes another oneNot much getting done here in Big Green land. I think you’ve probably guessed as much. Personally, I think productivity is very overrated. All it means to me is more work for less compensation – how can THAT be a good thing?

Still in all, I did take the time yesterday to catalog all of the songs Matt and I (though mostly Matt) have written for our respective Ned Trek characters over the year or so since we finished Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick. I have to admit to being a bit surprised … there were fully 25 songs on that list, including one or two asinine fragments. I had no freaking clue! (Of course, that’s evident to anyone who has listened to more than one or two of these Ned Trek numbers.)

I’ve got to hand it to brother Matt. Who the hell ELSE am I going to hand it to? No, really … the man is a songwriting machine. Back in the old days, say, 1980-95, he would crank songs out at an alarming rate sometimes. I reached the point in the 2000’s when I thought, with all the other stuff he has going on – his various naturalist duties, for instance, as chronicled in his very excellent blog, Tales from the Wild, that he wouldn’t find time to write songs. But what the hell – he writes them out on the trail, records them on his phone, patches them together. He’s a ma-ma-machine, I tell you!

Me, my process is the same as it’s ever been. I start singing in the shower, and when my wife comes in and hits me with a brick, I lapse into a dream state that produces, more often than not, useable song ideas. What I do from that point forward depends on how ambitious I’m feeling. Back to the doldrums … often that means, I do nothing at all.

Still, it’s a good alliance, Big Green, a creative collective that is surely not in it for the money (for there is none) or the fame (for there never was) or the glory (for there is no such thing). Just for the hell of it. Yay.

Usual Rubbish

A la post.

Hey, it’s a nice day. Think I’ll spend it in the courtyard. Or maybe on the road to Old Forge. Or not. Any suggestions?

Kind of quiet around the Hammer Mill these days. Maybe it’s just the dog days of summer howling a little louder than usual. Everyone seems to be taking a pass on everything, regardless of how little effort may be involved. Even Marvin (my personal robot assistant) couldn’t be bothered to plug himself in to his wall recharger, complaining that it took too much energy. How does that make sense? Maybe in robot-ville, but no place else.

I’ve done some minimal work on recordings this week, pulling together one mix, tweaking another, enhancing this, pouring chocolate sauce on that. Exhausting effort, as you might imagine. Tonight brother Matt and I will work on this again, with brother Marvin and brother mansized tuber standing by to assist. As I mentioned before, we’re working on six new numbers that will appear in the next episode of Ned Trek, the Star Trek parody series we include in our now less-than-monthly podcast, THIS IS BIG GREEN.

Didn't you plug yourself in, Marvin?If you’re not familiar with this … um … form of entertainment, go to our podcast home page, scroll down to some of the earlier installments, and give it a listen. Ned Trek is usually the first item in the podcast. At some point, it may acquire a life (or podcast) of its own, but for now suffice to say that it is a monthly skit based on old “classic” Star Trek episodes, starring a crew of modern day neocons headed by Captain Willard M. Romney, his first officer and talking dressage horse Mr. Ned, and others. (Oddly, there’s one hold-over from classic Star Trek – Mr. Sulu, who basically plays the one sane person in the room.) It, well, makes us laugh, if nothing else. Pretty much the reason we do anything, I suspect.

Hokay, well … I’m kind of toasty after having played a set with Puttin’ On The Ritz up in Old Forge last night, so I’ll stick a fork in this. Be free.

Usual Rubbish

Cop-out edition.

Is that the press again? The daily press – what did you think I meant? Stupid personal robot assistant!

Okay, well, as some of you may have noticed, we posted an installment of THIS IS BIG GREEN yesterday, the July program. And if you did, in fact, notice, you would know that it’s what used to be called a “summer replacement” show, or perhaps more accurately, a summer re-run. It’s like when they ran The Prisoner as a summer replacement for the Andy Williams show back in 1968, while Andy was off to the Bahamas drinking margaritas or something of that sort. Just like that … except that The Prisoner was “good”

What are we doing instead of finishing our July show? Well, I wish I could say we were doing as Andy Williams does, but it’s not the case. I could give you a raft of explanations as to why we couldn’t finish our June show in time even for July, but then you would just laugh at me. So … here goes:

Wolves! Wolves used to wipe out whole villages until men hunted them down. Wolves learned! But they didn’t learn enough to keep them from eating our June podcast.

Post the clip showColony collapse syndrome. You’ve heard of this scourge that’s been decimating bee populations around the world. Well, it’s conceivable that this may be the reason we didn’t finish our June podcast. Conceivable? Yes. True? No.

Falcon watch. There is a family of peregrine falcons nesting in a box on the side of a twenty story building in downtown Utica, and Matt has been keeping a close eye on them; in one case, climbing over a Victorian wrought iron fence and into a churchyard to retrieve a fallen chick. Unlikely reason for a late podcast? Yes. True? Well, yes.

Actually, once again, we are victims of over-ambitious production (which for us is any project that requires a modicum of effort). We are in the process of completing six original songs for the next episode of Ned Trek, as well as the episode itself, and it’s kind of time-consuming. I expect we’ll post in the coming weeks.

In the meantime, please enjoy this re-run of Ned Trek X, “A Plea for Arms”, one of my favorite Ned Treks, frankly, if only because I get to play Charlton Heston. (I’ve also thrown in our thrown-together recording of Quality Lincoln for your amusement.)