I have hopefully now managed to make direct contact with the Commander. Well, direct in a kind of vague email, which no doubt will get lost in the detritus of junk communications about penis-enlargements and university diplomas...
My task for the day - the purchasement of the tool with which we will enlighten the planet to the poetical beauty that music is capable of (before making our escape from this cursed place.) Yes, the Rock-It. An instrument of awe. But probably sold out.