It grows as it goes …

Today is Monday, the 24th of June 2019.

Kylie is calling from New Mexico.

How is your tour going, I ask.

Do you still want to be our mananger, Kylie asks.

Let's pretend I am, I say.

This is a real Land of Enchantment, the llama shouts in the background. And tell him that crying and shouting is not the same in this Klingon language he wants us to use.

What's the llama saying, I ask.

Ignore it, Kylie says.

So what about your New Mexican gig last night, I ask.

Openair, Kylie says, on a field near Roswell, New Mexico.

Uh, oh, the llama says, all these UFOs in the latenight skies.

They were no Unidentified Flying Objects, Kylie replies; they were surveillance drones and police helicopters.

What happened, I ask.

We were performing for something like twenty people, Kylie says, with lightshow and playback with music on tape and costumes and so on. And the audience was - well - kind of interested.

What were you performing, I ask.

A kind of smaller version of Pink Floyd's THE WALL, Kylie says. You know with this one song

We don't need no education

We don't need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teachers leave them kids alone

Hey, teachers, leave them kids alone

All in all it's just another brick in the wall …

So, what's the problem, I ask.

It's the political situation in the U.S. of A., the llama shouts.

At first, Kylie tries to explain, supporters of the Democratic Party thought we wanted to make a positive statement for Donald Trump's WALL on the border to Mexico. So they organized a protest march around the concert field.

All in all it's just another brick in the wall, the llama sings.

Sounds…, I say, exciting.

Wait for it, Kylie says. After we could convince them we were only doing a performance of a very old piece of music from an old British rockband, supporters of the Republican Party thought we wanted to make fun of Trump's WALL and started another protest.

Yeah, the llama shouts, that was fun, all those rednecks circling the field with their roaring trucks shooting the air with their guns and riffles. Yeehaw!

The police ended it all, Kylie says. And now we are sitting here in the desert of Roswell looking for aliens.

Illegal aliens, I ask.

Don't even try to be funny, Kylie says.

And the llama sings again.

♫ Come to New Mexico, the Land of Enchantment … ♫