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I Pity The Fool!

Hey Soul Mates,
for his birthday, I got Doug his own Mr. T talking key chain. Grrrrr. So that's taken. If you want to send him a birthday greeting, post us a message on the band myspace or even here. His own myspace page has been acting up. His birthday is Friday/tomorrow, so don't forget.

Studio time was very productive. Doug got some choice percussion parts on. Shakers, cowbell, rain stick, tambourine, vibra-slap. Of course all of us helped with the soul clap on Fall Out. (I got to do the finger cymbals at the top of Roosevelt's Revue.) We were a lot like third graders in a music appreciation class, making a racket.

Best of all, Doug, who had missed all of the vocal sessions prior, got his voice on the record! We rerecorded the choruses on Roosevelt and Sucka to include Mr. Doug. Slammin! It was a real blessing, tho' to have Doug here tonight. Thanks for adding all that flavor.

Can I tell you how much fun the past month of session work has been? Adam has pulled out the stops with the keyboard parts. He better watch out or we might have to clone him for performances. Adam paid me a nice compliment tonight. He told me with all of the repeated listening that he has a new appreciation for the uplift and point-of-view in my lyrics. I know life ain't always rosy, but I like writing joyful songs. And I love being in a band that plays them. Nice to know there's a place for that still.

Bryan was in the process of putting down some shaker parts too when Doug and I had to jet. I was beat (caught my second wind) and had to get Dogg to Union Station on time. I don't think I've ever driven from Reseda to Downtown in under 20 minutes before. And I barely did over 75. Cause my car won't do it. Anyway, Bryan was cracking us up all night long with his mock indignation at having the short headphone cord and not being allowed to sing a part with Doug and myself. That boy loves his Red Stripe!
Doug and I had a fun afternoon watching a newly minted DVD of our arrival and first performance in Liverpool. Eventually, I'd like to share a lot of the material from the tour with all of you.

As per usual, here's a rare photo from the tour. It was taken a year ago tonight in York, before we drove to Barnsley and slammed at the Arches. Three fine young men dressed for an evening of entertaining... and fish and chips!


I know many of our fans in the UK are really heating up the questions about our return engagement. Especially those in the North. We miss you dearly. We are in serious discussions about this. We've had several false starts, for which I apologize. But, the record is almost done. In fact, by this time next week we'll have 98% of it completed. Minus mastering and manufacturing. At that point we will begin our quest to get support to tour Great Britain on a larger scale. Have no fear, Rush Hour Soul is here... or will be SOON!

Love, Power, Peace

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