An afternoon of waking up this morning, mean-treating men, Hound Dogs, Unchained Hearts and beat-up Pontiacs on dusty roads. It's unrequited love, it's cigarette smoke curling neath an unshaded lightbulb in a Memphis flophouse. It's all this and more.
This is The Blues and nobody does it better than Mo Scott and her cohorts. That one so slight can produce such a powerful sound from her slender frame is one of life's musical miracles.
On guitar, Rod Sinclair plays slide Strat pushing his axe to limit he switches on the Tele(caster) for Route 66 getting a jazzier sound from the single pick up guitar. On 5 string bass Neil lays down the line and dep drummer Paul Smith takes a solo that is an object lesson in dynamics.
Great gig.
Lance.


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