Pleasure Club rocked it for 4 years straight. We recorded 2 studio albums and 1 Live recording. We toured for 3 years around the U.S. with brief stints in Canada and Europe. We gave our fans a genuine high-energy punk-rock/soul experience every time we stepped on stage. We have no regrets and absolutely no doubts that our music, and the shows we gave, will burn permanently in the hearts and minds of the many who saw and heard. God bless PC and the fans who loved them.
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PLEASURE CLUB BIO
Leave through the back door and into the back alley, nodding at the wink behind the dark glasses. Breathe deep the night sky, leftover lightning, stars like spurs, spit-shined in hard rain. Perched at alley’s end, a long black limousine, beaded and gleaming, violet neon burning across the hood. A siren wails blocks away, a cop, an ambulance. Harley roars drown the siren. Records play. Her favorite song. Watch your heart. Watch your wallet. Watch your balance. Behind you stiletto heels click an unsteady rhythm through a velvet mist. A whiff of perfume, wisps of girlish laughter, cigarette smoke. It’s blood, sex and secrets, downtown on a Saturday night, on the side streets away from the light. It’s a celebration for the uninvited - a stroll through the Pleasure Club.
Alchemized in 2000 by four singular souls, vocalist/guitarist James Hall, bass player Grant Curry, drummer Michael Jerome and guitarist Marc Hutner, Pleasure Club is a quartet that functions as one, the inseparable hands and feet that make a champion prize fighter. Moving, breathing, pursuing, hitting. Power and grace. Beauty and savagery. Style and substance. Not a band to turn your back on.
Born in Houston, New Orleanian by choice, worldly and wise by experience, James Hall is more than a singer. Through the stereo speakers, Hall is a wailer and a whisperer, a shouter, a seducer and all things in between. On stage he is a revelation - part blacksheep archangel, part slick-suited voodoo conjurer hell-bent on raising the ghosts and hopes of the human heart. Grant Curry, Hall’s partner in exorcism for over ten years, is a Big Easy soul as well. His rolling, winding bass uncoils through the music like Eden’s serpent. On stage and on record, Curry, along with Michael Jerome, forms Pleasure Club’s locomotive engine. Jerome hails from that other LA, Los Angeles. Well schooled in the studio and the road, Jerome is the mountain prophet of rhythm, a commander of the pulse who calls the tribe to the ceremony and then possesses the hips of the faithful. With the cauldron simmering, one last element remained to make the magic. From the shadows a mysterious stranger, Marc Hutner, cuts and burns, caresses and bruises, a jack of musical trades wielding a bottomless trick bag of sonic imagination.
In the spring of 2001, all the elements locked in place, the fires stoked by songwriting excursions and several live dates, Pleasure Club convened in a Nashville studio with producer Jay Joyce. The result is the startling independent release titled Here Comes the Trick, eleven barely contained explosions that revitalize the beautifully dangerous blood of rock n’ roll. Pleasure Club then took to the road, a deft pugilist taking on all comers, a charging savior winning converts by the score.
By 2002, the band was a street-lethal live machine. That spring recording for a live release began with a triumphant show at New Orleans’ historic Howlin’ Wolf. The remainder of the year saw several treks though the South and West of America and a string of European dates in December. 2003 finds the band completing the live record, polishing a vibrant catalogue of new songs and touring extensively throughout the U.S. and Europe.
In only two years, Pleasure Club has wrought its own manifesto of vital, soul pounding rock n’ roll. As they mine the jeweled vein of their song writing and further unchain the monster that is their live show, the best of Pleasure Club is yet to be revealed.
Seduction
Pleasure Club Lyrics
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For the San Jacinto line,
The desert is my brother,
My skin is cracked and dry
I was ridin' on a folk coach
And everything was fine,
'Till we took a shorter road
To save some time
They shot me in the chest
They may have wounded me but,
They'll never get the best
Of better men
'Cause I'll ride again
I am a river gambler,
I make a livin' dealin' cards
My clothes are smooth and honest,
My heart is cold and hard
I was shufflin' for some delta boys,
On a boat for New Orleans,
I was the greatest shark they'd ever seen
But the captain bumped a sandbar,
And an ace fell from my sleeve
They threw me overboard,
As I swore I didn't cheat
But I could swim
And I'll ride again
We are heroes of the homeland, American remains
We live in many faces and answer many names
We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind
Our memories live on in mortal minds
And poets pens
We'll ride again
I am a mid-west farmer,
I make a livin' off the land,
I ride a John Deere tractor,
I'm a liberated man
But the rain it hasn't fallen,
Since the middle of July,
And if it don't come soon my crops will die
The bank man says he likes me,
But there's nothin' he can do
He tells me that he's comin',
But the clouds are comin' too
He ain't my friend
And I'll ride again
I am an American Indian,
My tribe is Cherokee
My forefathers loved this land
They left it here for me
But the white man came with boats,
And trains and dirty factories,
An' poisoned my existence with his deeds
Nature is our mother,
We are suckling at her breast
And he who tries to beat her down,
Will lose her to the rest
They'll never win
I'll ride again
We are heroes of the homeland, American remains
We live in many faces and answer many names
We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind
Our memories live on in mortal minds and poets pens
We'll ride again
The song "Seduction" by Pleasure Club examines the lives of various people who have faced hardships but have managed to endure and move forward. The opening verse describes a rider who has been shot but is determined to travel the San Jacinto line again. The second verse narrates the story of a "river gambler" who is thrown overboard when an ace falls from his sleeve while dealing cards. Despite being accused of cheating, he is determined to continue his life as a gambler. The third verse portrays a mid-west farmer who is struggling to make a living because of a severe drought. He is powerless against nature and the bank man who threatens to take his land. The final verse depicts an American Indian whose ancestors loved the land but whose existence has been poisoned by the white man's deeds. The Indians rely on nature as their mother, and they will not let anyone beat her down.
The song communicates the message that, regardless of one's struggles, one must continue to ride on and look to the future. It celebrates the resilience of the human spirit and encourages individuals to keep going, even in the face of adversity. Seduction's raw, stripped-back sound is a tribute to the diverse characters in the song, who show strength and determination in a variety of circumstances.
Line by Line Meaning
I am a shotgun rider,
For the San Jacinto line,
The desert is my brother,
My skin is cracked and dry
I am a lone rider on a journey, travelling on the San Jacinto route through the desert. My skin is dry and rugged, moulding into the harshness of my surroundings.
I was ridin' on a folk coach
And everything was fine,
'Till we took a shorter road
To save some time
I was travelling in a coach enjoying the ride, until the driver decided to take a shortcut to save time.
The bandits only fired once,
They shot me in the chest
They may have wounded me but,
They'll never get the best
Of better men
'Cause I'll ride again
I encountered bandits who attacked and shot me, but even though I'm wounded, they have not yet defeated me. I will ride again.
I am a river gambler,
I make a livin' dealin' cards
My clothes are smooth and honest,
My heart is cold and hard
I am a card dealer who makes a living gambling on river boats. My attire is polished and trustworthy, but my personality is ruthless and stern.
I was shufflin' for some delta boys,
On a boat for New Orleans,
I was the greatest shark they'd ever seen
But the captain bumped a sandbar,
And an ace fell from my sleeve
They threw me overboard,
As I swore I didn't cheat
But I could swim
And I'll ride again
I was entertaining delta people by dealing cards on a boat heading to New Orleans. I was excellent at cheating, but got caught when the captain hit a sandbar, causing an ace to fall from my sleeve. Despite my pleas of innocence and being thrown overboard, I survived the incident and will continue to seek another opportunity to succeed.
We are heroes of the homeland, American remains
We live in many faces and answer many names
We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind
Our memories live on in mortal minds
And poets pens
We'll ride again
We are American heroes that remain as an eternal memory. We take on various roles and identities, but we will not be left behind nor forgotten. Our deeds will be immortalized through poets and will continue to inspire generations to come.
I am a mid-west farmer,
I make a livin' off the land,
I ride a John Deere tractor,
I'm a liberated man
I am a farmer living in the mid-west who earns his livelihood through agriculture. I use a John Deere tractor to ease my work and live a life of freedom.
But the rain it hasn't fallen,
Since the middle of July,
And if it don't come soon my crops will die
The bank man says he likes me,
But there's nothin' he can do
He tells me that he's comin',
But the clouds are comin' too
He ain't my friend
And I'll ride again
Drought has been plaguing my farm since July, and if it continues, my plants and crops will wither and die. Even though my bank manager shows some level of concern, he is limited in his actions to help. He might say he's coming to help, but the clouds bringing rain are the ones to expect. I'll survive this willingly and forever ride again.
I am an American Indian,
My tribe is Cherokee
My forefathers loved this land
They left it here for me
I am part of the Cherokee tribe; a native American. My ancestors were attached to this land, and they left it to me, to continue living on it.
But the white man came with boats,
And trains and dirty factories,
An' poisoned my existence with his deeds
The white man colonized this land with boats, trains, and polluted factories, contaminating my being with their offensive actions.
Nature is our mother,
We are suckling at her breast
And he who tries to beat her down,
Will lose her to the rest
They'll never win
I'll ride again
Nature is our nurturing mother, and we depend on her support. Those who try to overpower her will ultimately lose her to the greater power of the masses. I will never be defeated and will always ride again.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JAMES WRIGHT, RICHARD BUTLER, IZZY AVILA, USHER RAYMOND, TERRY LEWIS, JAMES HARRIS III, BOBBY ROSS JR. AVILA
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