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Hey Soul Mates,
it's the morning after, time to check in with a recap of our show at the Gig last night. The lineup was all aces from us to Kingstreet to Get Licious. Lots of cool performances. Of course, no one looked as good as your Rush Hour Soul. Our set was slammin! We came out swinging with left-right combo of Sucka/Excommunication. Our new song, Everything My Heart Desires went over well. And we did an even mix of our hard funk pop and ballads the rest of the way. We dedicated our last number of the night, Everyone's Ingenue, to our Florida Soul Mates (who also requested the song, thank you). It was a great way to end the set with the "I love you, love you, love you's" ringing out.

We got lots of excellent action shots at the show. Our photographer, Patty Tokahuta, captured the sweat and the sweet of a RHS set. We'll have the pix up on our site by the end of the weekend, so keep an eye out. Yup, lots of changes on RHS.com. Got to make it look clean and cool.

The only downside was our draw. And it was very poor by our standards. Which is disappointing. Especially when you get the club asking "What happened?" We don't know. We just hope that more of you will be at the next amazing show, TBA. Our success is contigent upon your support! Thanks to all the Soul Mates in attendance. Hope you enjoyed the birthday Krispy Kremes. See you soon.

Here's the set list for last night's performance:
Sucka
Excommunication
Hold On, I'm Coming
Everything My Heart Desires
Down By Love
Fall Out
Done Lost My Mind
Love Someone
Talent For Loving
Everyone's Ingenue


Have a great weekend! And Happy Father's Day to all you Dads and to all of your Dads!
Love, Power, Peace

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