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Party Pictures and Some Party People

Hey Soul Mates,
it's getting late, but I've just posted the first handful of pictures from our CD release party. There are about 40 more to go through and get onto RHS.com. Let this whet your appetite. Be sure to look for yourself in the photos as we're going to have quite a few audience shots. Included in the first couple of pix are my brother Nate who MC'd the night and Jackie who ran our merchandise stand. Also a fun shot of some Soul Mates on the balcony.

We've been getting lots of offers for shows for Oct and Nov. I'll tell you now that we are going to book some really good shows and we keep in consideration all of the feedback we've gotten from you. We'll probably play West LA in October and be back in the Valley/Hollywood for November. It's nice to be wanted for shows, but some of the gigs we could take aren't optimal. Some, however, are. We have such a cool fan base. Y'all come to the shows, dress swell, dance and drink and for the most part are incredibly courteous to the venues we play (Portner not withstanding. Dang, Simple. No more Long Islands. Cut 'em off!). Bookers really appreciate that about us. You all deserve the credit.

I'm currently listening to PM Dawn's Jesus Wept. What an amazing album. It loses steam by the finish, but the front end has some outstanding tracks like Downtown Venus and Apathy...Superstar!? I remember really digging it when it came out 10 years ago. Lots of production that presages the Neptunes' sound. The last I heard of PM Dawn one was in trouble with the law, the other was ill. I'll have to see what happened to them. There's a really good resource I've mentioned before, the All Music Guide, that I use to get tons of musical info. Highly recommended.

Gotta sleep.
Love, Power, Peace

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Anonymous said…
it was an amazing night!thank you for letting me help out!!

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