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Educating Rush Hour Soul

Hey Soul Mates,
Just downing a bit of Twining's Everyday and a few Lotus biscuits as I type.

We got a bit of an edjumacation tonight at the studio. First off, the LP tracks are slamming! Mixing was completed on Everything My Heart Desires, Done Lost My Mind and U Had The $. You won't be disappointed. Those three are worth the price of admission alone. But wait there's more! Ha ha. We'll be back at the Lounge for more mixing action later tonight, as it is 2 a.m. Monday.

As for the schooling? Seems we get more learning with every session. We made the executive decision to mix on the analog console rather strictly on the computer. I wasn't sure what I had gotten the band into as it turns out, the aforementioned songs are D.O.N.E. Finished. Over. The analog mixes are ours to keep, i.e. that's it! Which at first caught me off guard, but after conversation, debate and rebuttal, backed up our original (although guessed at) choice, which our co-producer Adam and engineer deluxe, Steve recommended. And as I said, trust me, these tracks are slamming. There's no way the drums and vox would sound this hott otherwise.

I put down a new romantic-inspired synth part on EHMD (think
ABC meets Curtis Mayfield) to go along with Adam's tasteful glockenspiel. And Adam approved of the performance. I think he said "Martin Fry called, he wants his sound back." Which means a lot, since Adam is one bad dude on the keys. Ad's glock playing will also to be heard on Done Lost My Mind. To which Steve said, "Thom Bell called, he wants his arrangement back!" Blue-Eyed Soul. Philly soul. Rush Hour Soul. It's all good for the soul. Anyway, I think we'd be great on a double bill with ABC. Hint, hint.

Alright, I'm minutes from sleep. Gotta be back in the swing in a few hours.
Love, Power, Peace

p.s. Check out "Rocky Balboa" if you haven't already. Inspiring.

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