Vintage Trouble, The Queens Hall, 24th June 2014.
Three Mississippi riverboat gamblers and a preacher walk into a church.
Several hundred people follow them.
The preacher, a barely contained righteous black tornado in a white tuxedo, draws his three white brothers close.
The crowd press in tight, the band play tighter, and the Devils music is ridden hard to take them all to Heaven in a chariot of gospel soul.
There will be no swinging low here but there will be getting down and grinding dirty and it will sound sweet.
But as all things pass so the sermon comes to a close.
And the four had wrung their souls dry to leave the throng and the walls dripping in sweat.
Together the quartet had slain everyone in the church but no one had died.
Instead they had all lived that little bit more.
I have seen the future and it comes from the past.
And its name is….
(c) Jim Laing 2014.