The Monads are:

myspace.com/themonads

Too much to drink. My head hurts. I can't remember ... but it probably goes something like this:

After many years -- and many beers -- I stumbled across a man. He was sitting on a rain barrel, just whistling to himself, caught up in some fanciful daydream. But that has nothing to with anything, really. I should have just been watching were I was walking ... er, floating, I guess, because it's really hard to stumble across someone sitting way up on a rain barrel. Anyway, after stumbling across the man, who was quite upset (for one thing, no one likes to be stumbled across -- and for another, no one likes to see a floating person, regardless of what they have been drinking as it's quite unnerving) ... Hm, now what was I talking about again? Oh, yes, The Monads. Very talented young men, I must say. Twice has the band been put out of commission, mothballed, put on the back burner, and twice have they risen out of the ashes, triumphant and proud, like the majestic phoenix. This third incarnation of The Monads is proving to be a fierce force in the scene, blowing away the competition with a ruckus that part bluegrass, part rockabilly, part twang, part hick, part punk, pretty much part of everything. And people just can't help but enjoy it.