To Mama Vendetta, Uncle Butcher, Luis and EVERYONE who took part in the mobile church of the Solid Soul Disciples.
Thank you from the bottom of our black hearts. Without you we would have eaten the wrong berries and ran away with the spoon.

We swam in waterfalls, fought bats, spiders and weirdos, evaded the law, set fire to stages, had 25 foot totems built in our honor, went native, drew blood, wrote and recorded new songs on fisher price instruments, played in galleries and jukejoints and our backsweat was so potent it blew the amplifiers.

It makes us sad to sail our clipper ship away but there are harpies to be slayed, sirens to be resisted and pirates to be bargained with. So for all of you waiting for these sailors to return, we promise we will be back real soon!
xxxx