Let Your Soul Glow

Hey Soul Mates,
I'm working diligently to get the pictures up from the show. It's fairly time-intensive and there are so many great shots. Including some of the Soul Mates in attendance! I have seen just a snippet of the performance on video. But it's slammin', in case you weren't there! We will try to get some live video from the show on the website, too.

As you saw in the set list, we played some hot music. The ladies all sang along to the chorus on Done Lost My Mind. We dedicated our finale Everyone's Ingenue to our MySpace fans, esp. those out-of-state. We played Bad Penny for the first time in this incarnation and threw a little Busta Rhymes in the mix. The newest songs Everything My Heart Desires and Down By Love seem to be gaining momentum in the set. For the next show we will be adding at least one new uptempo tune. So get ready to dance some more. Yowza, Yowza, Yowza. The fans, you all looked great. And we looked real swell in our blue, black & silver.

Thanks for all the kind words folks are saying on MySpace. We really enjoy playing for you. It is our passion and our pleasure. Ain't no party like a Rush Hour Soul party.

Some people seem to be confused by the Evites that we send out. Not all RHS shows involve a special occasion or a birthday. The Evite is the way we let you know about every show. Make sure you don't have your spam filter set too high or you won't get the Evites, even when you've signed up for Soul Mate e-mails. This weekend we are getting the calendar together for upcoming shows. We have one in the books already, but I'll get you the full details as they come in.

Remember when it comes to our shows: (Props to Kurt L.) Just let your Soooooooooooooul Glow!

Love, Power, Peace

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