Some time ago I came to this planet to find my lost kitty. I embarked upon a harrowing journey through time and space, eventually landing at the front step of a Waffle House, where I learned my kitty was only three blocks away. I found her, hours later, directing a small ensemble of mice in a tiny rendition of Wagner's Flight of the Valkyries underneath an unused aqueduct of Denver. As you can imagine, I was very happy to find my little Muffin, but scolded her for choosing Wagner. We are currently riding the starry bolts of aether to unknown possibilities, where we intend to find an abstraction in existence. Once found, we will integrate it into our musical repertoire and sing our way back home.