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In a Jungle somewhere in Perú, The sun was rising... Coincidentally, that very same day, Tan Sister Radio was beginning to form somewhere in Encinitas. We join our hero as he rises from his bed in his homey little room. The muffled noises from next door come floating into the canal of his ear as he rises. "I'm gotta get me summat that" says our hero, who now identifies himself as Andrew Ware. He is a drummer, and he is looking for some musical action. The guitar chords from next door identify its occupant as Aaron Dennis, Guitar player extraordinaire. Skip Forward... Now past a series of fortunate and slightly awkward events, we find our now (2) heroes looking for a man of the deep. The Bass, that is. That's bass, that rhymes with face, not bass that rhymes with brown-noser. Anyway, finding themselves in a predicament, the (2) heroes are forced, against their will to ask for directions to the nearest bass hangout. That's bass that rhymes with... oh, never mind. Arriving at the bass hangout after (2) years of walking, our (2) heroes suddenly and inexplicable become (3). Now joined by Max Greenhalgh, the quintessential man of the deep, our (3) heroes proceed to make a lot of noise. And now they are Tan Sister Radio. Tan Sister Radio. Not Tanzister Radio. Not Tranister Radio. Not Dr. Tran's Sister Radio. Tan Sister Radio.