Shows! Shows! Shows!

Hey Soul mates,
it's the info that you've been waiting for a raft of shows from your friends at Rush Hour Soul. We're booked into the New Year and '07 is going to be even bigger than '06. And this year has been pretty dang huge for us.

Mark your calendars, Party People, here are the dates.

Wednesday, Dec. 13 at the Gig Hollywood. 7302 Melrose Ave. L.A.
RHS hit the Gig for the final show of the year. Start your holiday season right. Get on down with RHS and a night of sweet soul music. Our set starts at 8:30 PM sharp! 21 and up. Cover is $7, but if you write to us (first and last name) we'll put you on the discount list for $5 cover. There will be an evite for Soul Mates to RSVP on, as well as discount flyers.

Friday, Jan. 12 at the Good Hurt. 12249 Venice Blvd. Venice.
Aw, yeah! Friday night at the Good Hurt, with the naughty nurses and Rush Hour Soul. The perfect combination to ring in the year properly. 9 pm showtime. 21 and up. Cover tba.

Friday, Feb 23 at the Gig Hollywood. 7302 Melrose Ave. L.A.
With Ghost and other funky folks. 21 and up. Showtime and cover tba.

There you have it. Press that shirt. Shine those shoes. Get that appointment to get your hair did.
Have a great Holiday week. I'll try to check in between now and Thanksgiving.
Love, Power, Peace

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