Each night while jamming and brainstorming we would sit down to put in the long hours behind the mixer and recording equipment, ' the soundboard'. The stories that have been flowing from those joyful, frustrating and sometimes surprising hours of musical and lyrical collaboration would come to life by the end of the night. Some we loved more than others. Some would be given a merciful death. But the few that really spoke to us both lyrically and rhythmically would finally find a home on a disk, or on some dark corner of a computer hard drive, until someone like you could sit down to have a listen to what ended up being... our own little bit of Soundboard Fiction.