reminds me of the tale of two old blues blokes who swore a pact that whoever died first would come back and tell the other what it was like whereever they wound up.
Sure enough. After a wild session of cool blues and white lightning, one poured the other in his oldsmobile and the latter took off and wrapped it around a tree killing himself.
The surviving bloke, at the wake, piucked upo his guitar and sang.
Ohhhhh.
leroy he's gone and died.
No that can't be denied.
Old leroy has gone and died.
And there are tears tom be cried
Wonder if he'll come back and say.
What its like on the other side.

The bloke then goes into a break and lo and behold a voice rises above the guitar.
Now don't you fret none my friend.
Although my life came to an end.
I ain't for got my promise.
On that you can depend.
They accepted me up in heaven and.
They play blues here with out end.

Stunned. The other askes.

Oh Leroy tell me.
What do you do all day.
And when you jam up there.
What other cats do you hear play.
And how good is it up in heaven.
Anyway.
(Goes back to bangin ion the box some, the the voices doth come)
Well Jethro, I've jammed with Satchmo.
Ray Charles and lots of dead cats we know.
And because they all got a heavenly glow.
We don't beed no light show.
And like life heaven has ups and downs but.
I guess its alright though.

At this point Jethro Is so stunned he can only mannage a Hoochie Coochie Man tupe of groove.
and says.
I cant believe,
What I thought i heard you say.
You are up in heaven.
Listening to all the cool cars play.
So what makes it only just alright.
Tell me I pray.
(and the voice comes back with)
Oh Jethro jethro jethro.
There is something you ought to know.
The God guy has this chick.
He makes the star of every show.
She can't sing a lick but.
We don't pretend she can we end up down below.
Graham


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