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Envisioned many moons ago at the conclusion of a historic tribal counsel meeting in a secret above ground cave in the heart of downtown Belmont Shores the album you hold today began simply as a Gluefactory album. As luck should have it resistance came in many forms, and work grinded on slower then a Caltrans team with too many chiefs, and not enough braves. Like a wagon train being attacked by Native American Plumbers. Wrenches flew from all sides. Many casualties were suffered, and the path of least resistance continued to be resisted. The members began to see themselves as employees beging paid by the hour. This horde of meandering explorers chose to let no stone to be looked over, and fell into a collective mystical Payote - like haze envisioning the work that the others must surely be accomplishing. One faithful day, however, a magical rescue email was unlocked. Like Stanley in his search of Livingstone Bruce from Japan searched far and wide to find the crusty old doctor in the middle of the metaphorical jungle. As more emails were sent and received a clearer picture began to emerge. Bruce used the jaws of life on this train wreck, and gave it virtual mouth to mouth. Bruce San requested that songs intended as demos be unlocked from the vaults, be dusted off repaired and be used as the cornerstone of what would soon be a musical outhouse. Today after many long and boring commutes through the Sepulveda Pass we have finally completed the diamond lane, and the ribbon has now been cut. What began as the Tom Bradley lane today unveils itself as the Antonio Villaraigosa Golden Expressway.