Gray Matter Kimmie

Greetings friends and countrymen, this is Grey Matter Kimmie, Josh Rhodes, the (un)officialish scholar of the Boont Dusties. It is to me that even the mighty Garrett Kelly goes for analysis about the significance of our precious and precarious tribal council.

That’s mainly bullshit, but it does remind me of how often when I speak to many of the participants of the music herein, I get the sense of a meeting of a council of the wisest people in the vicinity, a sort of very limited Greek democracy kind of deal, or a goddamn conference of wizrards.

Anyway, I’m getting pretty drunk (off monk beer and Soviet vodka [not shitting you here: Stolichnaya Pertsovka, pepper-flavored vodka apparently made during the reign of the USSR, that no one at the house where I am now is sure of where it came from) and as such am unable to provide much commentary at present (notice and remember now the penchant for huge run-on sentences that is my blessing and curse) but rest assured (assured!) that eventually, sooner rather than later, I shall begin to expound upon the origins and, dare I say, the signicance of the music we have made.

Damn!

Oh yeah, also I write and draw comic books. Maybe I’ll put those up here. Maybe.