And then the horn section came in with a blast, that shook the very soul of each and every dancer. The floor wet with sweat, hands raised in praise. Hips bumping hips. The whole band was now part of a thermonuclear explosion of sound. The bass bringing the funk in buckets from another dimension. The organ player transcendent, with a high wail, punches a hole in the sky. No not just another Saturday night at the club. Now we were on a spaceship dancing through the cosmos.
Mercy!
