Homecoming Photos

Hey Soul Mates,
some of you can't believe that we are leaving. It's true! Me? I can't wait to get back and have more Lotus caramelized biscuits. Those are the bomb, y'all!

We'd like to thank everyone who has loyally attended our shows the past 2 years. Rush Hour Soul loves you. We hope you enjoyed the shows as much as we enjoyed entertaining you. But it's time for us to move on. We'll be back eventually, but for now, Los Angeles has shown us everything we need to know.

The pictures from our Homecoming festivities are up! If you missed the show, well... check out the photos. Keep in mind, you have one last chance to see us in SoCal. We know the true believers will be there.

Trivia:
Doug is sporting a Celtic jersey (a gift from our Scotsman, Jimmy).
I'm wearing my skinny tie from Liverpool (see Strawberry Fields & Menlove pix for cross-reference).
Bryan is enjoying Newcy Braaarn.

Bryan and I have been writing new material. We started jamming at the Bedford in London. Hadn't had lots of time to write leading up to the trip. We're up to 4 new songs that are ready for drum beats and lyrics. By the time we leave for the UK, we expect to have 12 fresh numbers to play. That's very exciting. Road testing new songs is a wondrous thing. We know that the folks in Blighty will be well entertained.
Have a great Saturday everyone. I'm off to a wedding downtown in the LA heat. Tonight, I'm probably going to see my man, Adam Marsland and his Chaos band in Marina Del Rey. Haven't seen Adam since we left for our respective tours. The AMCB did the midwest swing. Gotta trade notes.
Love, Power, Peace

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