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April 18, 2008

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richard

It's true. Their backstage catering spreads are massive. They don't mess around.

And as much as I (too bad for me...) didn't give just another band from East L.A. enough credit in college, it took a good deal of solitude living out in the middle of nowhere (chicano-wise) to realize how much pride and joy their music brings. That, and how deeply they drink from their musical sources.

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