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Feeling Like Tom Glavine (#286)

Hey Soul Mates,
I'm rapidly closing in on my 300th blog entry.

Today, I've been completed photos for May 31st in Barnsley. Check them out. This was a fabulous night. Dave from SUPERfreak was there to meet us when we drove up to the Arches. Then we met some of the local neighborhood kids, who ran up to our magic Peugeot as we arrived. One shouted at me, "You're dead posh." Another pointed at Doug and exclaimed, "You're from Afrrrica!" Kids say the darnedest things. Then Doug and I went to get authentic fish and chips for everyone. Yum. Actually fish nuggets. Very nicely done. Back in the pub, two of the locals grilled me on why the American flag has thirteen stripes. I was pleased to explain about the colonies and name them. They were impressed. Kinda tough looking characters, they wound up really liking our music. Doug and Bryan relaxed by playing pool.

The Arches turned out to be a fantastic music hall. It was a night presented by Union. The sound from Fin was superb.
SUPERfreak, who supported us, also helped with the booking. They were lots of fun and set the tone for the night. SUPERfreak even had a guest MC, Lomax, from the closers Vibrations perform with them.

Of course, RHS rocked the house in our usual style. The major change to the set this night was our inclusion of Miss You. We hadn't pulled that one out, but this was a funky crowd and they enjoyed it. We made lots of new fans that night, including a group of kids brought to the show by a parent. These preteens have their own band and were brought down to check out the Americans. How cool!? We also had a quartet of fans who were at the previous night's show in York. Thanks for bringing everyone,
Bowieboy!

Set List:
Fall Out
Bad Penny Blues [Gold Digger]
Everyone's Ingenue
Done Lost My Mind
U Had The $

Miss You
Everything My Heart Desires
Sucka
A Talent For Loving
Love Someone
Hold On, I'm Coming

After us, Vibrations did a DJ set. We danced the night away with the locals and enjoyed some Newcy Braaarn. Working up a black sweat. While we were repacking the van, we sang Happy Birthday to Doug (who's birthday was June 1). Very excited about the response from Barnsley, we drove back to York.

In other news, we are doing a phone interview with
Next Big Hit this evening. We'll keep you posted on airdates. It should be on their next podcast. Also, Rush Hour Soul.com is almost ready to reveal its facelift. Just a little more tinkering. Time to turn off the computer and get ready for our chat with DJ Copperhead. I got up very early to watch David Beckham lift England to the round of 8. His goal was a sight to behold! At least Friday's match will be at a more reasonable hour.
Love, Power, Peace

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