sometime during the summer of 2002, we received a call from friend and collaborator jim dawson who, after speaking with a producer associate of his in new orleans, wanted us to hear some new music by a little-known lounge band going by the name bingo. we listened to the band's scratchy live recording of songs that sounded a bit like classic country tunes playing on a 1920s gramophone in someone's lap at the circus. and we liked it. so we invited the band — plus three clowns and a stripper — to drive up to brooklyn and spend a few months with us at combustive arts. a "music and gaming adventure" according to the brooklyn paper.