Spreading The Gospel

Hey Soul Mates,
tonight, Bryan and I went to the Nikka Costa show at the Roxy. It was her record release celebration, of sorts, so it was sold out. Stylistically, Nikka's a cousin of ours. Her audience would definitely appreciate Rush Hour Soul. So, we spread the good word about RHS to as many as possible. Maybe you were there? It was sweltering in the club, because Nikka insisted on turning off the A/C to help her sing. On one hand, I can appreciate that. On the other, it made many of the fans uncomfortable and the fresh air outside was exactly that. I did spy Nikka's manager, American Idol judge, Randy Jackson in the room.

Sunday's recording session went very well. We are pleased with the vocal performances so far. Everybody's voices will be heard this time around. That's right! Even Doug joins in on a couple of choruses. I made the mistake of picking the most challenging song to sing first. Whooo. Nearly disabled my voice for the rest of the day. So, we switched gears and I got warmed up well enough to tackle all 3 songs in just a few hours time.

There are quite a few pics that I'll be posting in the next day or two. They will catch you up on our work in the studio. Have a great Wednesday.

Love, Power, Peace

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