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5 Years

Good morning, Soul Mates.

Today is the five year anniversary of Rush Hour Soul's tour of the UK. We took off from LAX on the 24th, spent an entire day air-traveling. When we landed in London on May 25, we hopped right into our magic Peugeot and drove several hours to Sheffield. There, the home of ABC, we made our European debut at the D'n'R Live, thanks to Hayley Nelson and the Seaweed Biscuit fans. We shared the bill with fellow Americans, Locksley, a power pop combo who have gained a decent level of notoriety in Asia.

That opening night show was the beginning of a golden fortnight in the UK. Our travels took us further "oop north" with a clutch of shows in Liverpool, York, Huddersfield and Barnsley. The audiences really took to us and welcomed us. Of course, the band had fun recording in Wales at Monnow Valley Studio, visiting Stonehenge, touring the Abbey Road Studios and filming the video for "A Talent For Loving" with director Will Archer in the City.

If you revisit earlier blogs, follow along to the right (go to the posts from May and June of 2006), the trip is recounted quite vividly. It is exciting, knowing that a return to Blighty is coming in a year's time. That will allow me to get the new album completed for promotion and set up a dozen or so key dates. I am especially looking forward to participating in the 10th Anniversary version of Liverpool IPO (the 9th edition is going on currently, good luck DB) in 2012. The fans in the UK are so passionate and I cannot wait to reconnect with you, I think you are really going to dig this new long-player.

All for now. Dreaming of England. And Wales. And Scotland.

Peace and Disco Beats

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