The Jazz man finishes his set, the keys smoke after his melody making. The crowd gives a standing ovation and the player stalks off stage. The smoke filled green room welcomes him back. In the green room the other players greet him. The blues man puts down his cigar and shuffles to the jazzman and the door. He congratulates the jazzman on his show and moves off to start his own set.
The soul man eyes the jazzman suspiciously. Friends and rivals since they were kids, there’s now a distance between them. One wronged the other years ago, so long ago neither remembers what happened, but their pride is too great to allow either to relent and apologise. They exchange stiff and formal compliments about each others performances and then move off to join groups on either side of the room. Each regretful for a friendship lost.
The smoke that fills the room acts as a barrier between the two groups. The bluesman comes back after blowing the roof off the venue. He enters the room and the smoke dissipates. The presence of the blues man seem to relax the tension in the room. The 3 groups of musicians merge into one in the presence of the bluesman. A new sound is being formed.
The party is getting started, the banter is flowing and they are settling down for what looks like an all night jam session, then the door opens and smoke pours into the room. The silhouettes in the doorway seem alien to the room full of sharp suits and slow melodies.
The silhouettes enter the room and tall hell breaks loose, hammering the 3 musical styles together. The results will shake the world for decades. The backstage door opens, smoke pours out. A small crowd of roadies and technicians has gathered around the smoking door. The silhouette in the doorway is tall, with hair that resembles a lions mane. The silhouette moves with an arrogance and swagger never seen before towards the stage door. The lights go down, the crowd grows silent,
Then the music starts like a clap of thunder, the stage lights come up like lightning and the crowd is awestruck. Never before have they heard anything like this. The building shakes and the crowd sways in time with the music. As the silhouette walks off stage, an awe struck technician asks
“Who are you?”
The silhouette responds
“You may thing I’m strange, but I ain’t never gonna change. I’m about to become millions of peoples religion and law. But no one will be able to kill me. I’m Rock & Roll and I’m here to stay”