You get off the London Underground at the
Oxford Circus station in the middle of London.
It’s past dinner time but still light.
You wander east on the right side of Oxford Street, heading to your
hotel in the general direction of the British Museum. It's a warm summer
evening - a Thursday. Three blocks from the tube, you hear the blues song
“Baby What’s Wrong" through the open door of a club just in front of you.
It's been a long day of sightseeing, and you need a break and a pint, so
you make one of those fateful decisions people make every day without realizing
it. You follow the music inside.
The club's called The Marquee, and it's smokey and not very large or glamorous. You sit down
at the worn English pub table and order. The cute cockney waitress casually mentions
that the band’s on its third number, which shifts your attention to the show. Crammed
on the relatively small stage are six young men - one energetic singer, three
guitarists, one drummer and one on piano. They're slightly
scruffy but really good, as they run through another fifteen songs that include Chuck Berry, Bo
Diddley's, and other recent rock and roll hits, although there's a Muddy
Waters-bluesy feel that sometimes sneaks through. An hour later, after your
second pint, it looks like the band’s set is about to wrap up. Even though the music is REALLY good, you're
tired and head out for your hotel.
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