Monday nights at Helios are a thing of the past.

The Medicine Show would like to pause and reflect on the last four years. We started as just Scott, Geoff, and Craig playing an open mic night. That night we met another unknown group. Four girls with classical string instruments. We would become the medicine show and they would become Two Star Symphony. Knowing those girls has been one of the great thrills and honors of this whole thing.

The first few monday nights the medicine show played to an audiance of about eight people (this included a few of our friends). People patted us on the back and said we shouldn't feel too bad, no one comes out on monday nights in any town and especially not in Houston. We don't know how exactly or when it happened but we met Shane and had a drummer and then one day we looked up and there were people so thick that they spilt out in mass on both the front and back porches and the Houston Press was using terms like "Houston institution" "creators of a scene..the front porch vanguard" and many other such things. We are now completing a CD at Sugar Hill studio and being asked to go on tour with a couple national acts. What can we do? I guess we'll just roll with it like we always have.

One thing is certain though, none of this would have happened if not for Helios and the kindness of its owner Mariana. She let us and our fans trash the joint monday after monday, and if any of you have ever seen the show you know what we mean. She gave us many perks that went far beyond what she needed to or what we expected her to give. I am not sure that what happened there could have happened at any other bar. "Bar" really doesn't do the place justice. It has become a scene, and the Medicine Show has been glad to be part of it. It is a place of philosophers, poets, artists, writters, bohemians, popcorn makers, dancers, theives, mystics, glowns, punks, every race known to man, jazz cats, fairies, tea officianados, naked back flippers, stumbling cane totting drunks, preachers, the most beautiful women in Houston, hipsters, hucksters, those looking for hand outs, yes even tamboreen beating hippies--in short, Medicine Show fans, or to put in another way, Americans.

It's been good. We hope you all enjoyed it. If you see Mariana stalking around the shadows of the place in her Gene Simons shoes you may want to give her a nod and say thanks. If she just stares back at you through her icy grey eyes, with a slight grin, looking at you like you're stupid, simply let it be. It's just her way.

Thanks everybody. We have to strike the tent and head on down the road, after all that's what medicine shows do. Maybe we'll see you around some day.

The Medicine Show