|LudoHello, this is Andrew Volpe from the rock band Ludo. We're from St. Louis and so is Chuck Berry. BLAM!Ludo was invented in my brain sophomore year of college, when I finally accepted that all I wanted to do in life was rock. Despite inherent pressures to do something more "adult," I grabbed my bassist-friend Dave by the face and we resolved to attack rock with all the fury of a mountain-sized hellcat.Shortly thereafter, we intercepted Tim Ferrell: an aspirator with a predilection for shredding. We joined forces, came up with the name Ludo, and started writing as much as we could whilst finishing college in different states. Amidst the strain of these lean years, Dave eventually succumbed to the charms of a succubus and perished...and then there were two. We were Ludo: the acoustic duo.Tim graduated (I otherwise unmatriculated), and we moved 400 miles away from St. Louis into a $300/month house in downtown Tulsa, where we knew nobody, had no income and could rock with no distractions. And by "rock," I mean "hover over my space heater in isolation and sadness." Regardless, we had one rule: play a show every night. No matter what. Whatever we could sneak, beg, or claw our way onto. These consisted of open mics to mostly no one, college shows to hopefully someone, and the rare club shows to really anyone.Enter Tim Convy. He had known Tim Ferrell from previous bands in high school and was just hanging out in Columbia, Missouri, waiting for an unproven rock group to ask him to drop everything, join them, and play an instrument he'd never even seen. So we hooked him up. We gave him a moog, told him to figure out how to play it, and had he come out on our acoustic "tour" with us.Armed with a sloppy 3-song demo, we hit the road in my Camry, completely misusing the overdraft protection on my empty checking account to pay for gas and food. We traveled from Texas to New York to Florida, sometimes playing several open mics in a night, and promising everyone we'd be back in a few months, touring with our full band (that didn't exist) and selling our full-length record (that hadn't been recorded). Ha. Stupid!Re-nestled in our Tulsa hideyhole in the summer of 2003, it was time to put our money where our mouths had been -- and our mouths had been all over. We mounted the internet with an ad titled, "Drummer/Bassist Needed to Help Take Over World." The finer points: drop out of school, quit your job, dump your girlfriend, and move in with a band.Apparently that sounded appealing. Bassist Marshall Fanciullo left Omaha, drummer Matt Palermo left Houston, and they both moved down to Tulsa into our smarmy abode. Five dudes. Nine-hundred square feet. Craptastic. Three weeks (some practicing, and a lot of kickball) after having met each other, we entered the studio to record Ludo's debut album. We cranked it out in roughly 14 days and hit the road.