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Back from 3 Clubs

Hey Soul Mates,
went to check out Orson at 3 Clubs in H'wood. 3 Clubs is a hip, dark joint on Vine. They mix a mean vodka Martini. Chris, the DJ spun a nice mix of Prince, Oasis, P-Funk... Right up our alley. The stage is actually floor level, making it an intimate venue. It would definitely be a cool place to perform.

Orson rocked the house. They took the stage around 10:40; they kind of saunter in. This group has a batch of killer songs loaded with hooks. I've mentioned Orson before, but I hadn't seen them since last year. The set was mostly songs from their debut "Bright Idea." [Check out my review for their disc on CD Baby] They did play some newer material as well. Orson is a 5 piece based out of the South Bay/Beaches area, I would take it. Musically, they are reminiscent of the Cure, Jellyfish and the Durans but with even more radio friendly pop skillz.

Last night, we went down to the Roxy to check out our buddies, Teaneck. They put on a really good show. They are a 3 piece that I met at a Supergrass show several years ago now. Jeff, the drummer is a cool cat. Teaneck's bass player and Orson's bass player are both phenoms. I recommend both bands!

Time for sleeeeep. Have a great weekend everyone.
Love, Power, Peace

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