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Brendan and Brett met unsuspectingly at gig in Boston. They were in different bands and all puffy with band-centric ego, barely noticed one and other. Then Brendan made the big move to NYC. Having left the Boston minstrels behind, he struck out in search of a gnarly bass player. Instead - he found Brett. At first, Brett found Brendan pretentious, vulgar and slightly loud. "This guy sounds like his amp blew a tube and a boulder fell on his crotch" thought Brett. "Dude, you just said...

Brendan and Brett met unsuspectingly at gig in Boston. They were in different bands and all puffy with band-centric ego, barely noticed one and other. Then Brendan made the big move to NYC. Having left the Boston minstrels behind, he struck out in search of a gnarly bass player. Instead - he found Brett. At first, Brett found Brendan pretentious, vulgar and slightly loud. "This guy sounds like his amp blew a tube and a boulder fell on his crotch" thought Brett. "Dude, you just said that out loud... into a mic... at our first gig." said Brendan. "Oh... huh." Brendan thought Brett's hair was too short and was irritated by his work clothes at rehearsal (Seriously, who wears dress slacks while rocking a monster jam?) "Yo Dave - this is Brendan calling... yeah the new bass player sucks huge! His tone is so muddy his bass lines sound like a series off whale farts." Brendan said into his cell phone. "Brendan - it's me, Brett. You just called me." "B-Brett... wow. Didn't think I had you on speed dail, yet." Click. The two put their differences aside when they realized they were totally the next big thing. Totally. But there was a lot of convincing to be done on the long slog to the top. So vote for us. Please?