In the beginning, Chris, Dan, and Paul were in a band. A band that had something to do with kinesiology and frequency modulation. A band with a beaten down old Vanagon, which was altered to run on banquet beers. A band that toured the West Coast of the US, and played several shows with Two Gallants, way before that terrible run-in they had with the police. Chris played guitar, sang, wrote songs, and lived in the Vanagon. Dan beat his drums, sang, and tried not to spend all of his free time raiding. Paul played bass, sang, and tried not spend all of his free time writing his doctoral thesis. Anyway, following in the footsteps of so many indie rock bands that you have never heard of, Paul moved away, and eventually the band broke up.

A decade later, unlike so many indie rock bands that you have never heard of, these three heroes took it upon themselves to get back together and provide the SF Bay Area with the rock and roll that it so desperately deserves. Today, Chris, Dan, and Paul are in a band. A new band. A band that has something to do with language and memories. A band with beaten down equipment, which runs on a blend of moonshine and distortion. A band of adult players.

Paul plays guitar, sings, and comes in with song fragments and ideas. Dan beats the drums, sings, and stitches the fragments together. Chris plays bass, sings, and glues the stitches together.

The band is called Linguo, and this is their story.