Sting woke up and made his coffee.
While waiting for the steam, Mozart came up out of the cellar.
Sting goes, "Wolfgang. Would you like some coffee"
Mozart goes "Good morning Sting. Yes I'd love a draft"
After some tongue wagging Sting calls Paul Mc.
Paul is free, he ventures to Stings place.
On the drive over, Paul picks up a hitchhiking Robert Johnson.
Paul and Robert exchange greetings, names, homes, music likes.
Paul offers Robert a fag, but Robert rejects. Robert offers Paul a joint which Paul accepts.
Paul says "Robert I've always loved your indigenous sense of rhythm. The soul you convey is deep and warm"
Robert says "Thanks Paul, you swing too?"
The morning dew is boiled away slowly by the rising sun.
The air clears and the Stonehenge can be seen.
Coffee and cinnamon scents waft thru the rooms.
Lazy dogs rise and smell the air.
Wolfgang showered. He wears an AC/DC shirt, faded jeans, plaid socks.
Robert bathed, put on a Lakers jersey, purple corduroy pants and patent leather shoes, no socks.
Sting picks up a guitar.
He strums a steady beat.
Paul begins to hum lyrically
Wolfly plays the harpsichord and improvises some counter point to Stings now funk flavored strum.
Robert plays bass.
These four people are in no rush.
To an outsider, the music is monotonous in its numerous rounds of repetitiousness.
The men lock eyes. Their timing is atomic.
Wolf winks at Sting and changes to a minor key.
Paul's humming remains in the major thereby inducing a tension.
Robert taps his foot in syncopated soul.
On the next round, Paul begins to sing words
His first utterance goes thus :
"On my dying word I say to you
No man has seen the love we hew"
The group then sings in perfect 4 part harmony
"Yea Yea."
Paul plays a riff on a vintage Rickenbacker 12 string.
Robert lays down a low bass groove.
Then, as if they are one mind, they break into a chorus.
Sting leads the group loudly.
"Love is honest, love is true.
Love is what I give to you"
Mozart goes into an extended and complex improvisation on the piano he spied in the next room.
Robert finds an ole martin and plays rhythmic slide with a toothbrush.
Paul and Sting both sing complex two part harmony oohs and aahs to all this lush and layered music.
The impromptu jam session ends when a clock falls from the wall and clanks 4AM.
A crow cries in the dark.
The men nod in agreement as their demeanor returns to calm.
Mozart and Robert walk slow toward Stonehenge.
The sound of Paul's car resonates in the distance.
Sting smiles and slowly closes the heavy oaken door.
The clasp clinks.
Sadly no recordings or reporter's writings exist to corroborate this impromptu jam.
No foot or finger prints remain.
While waiting for the steam, Mozart came up out of the cellar.
Sting goes, "Wolfgang. Would you like some coffee"
Mozart goes "Good morning Sting. Yes I'd love a draft"
After some tongue wagging Sting calls Paul Mc.
Paul is free, he ventures to Stings place.
On the drive over, Paul picks up a hitchhiking Robert Johnson.
Paul and Robert exchange greetings, names, homes, music likes.
Paul offers Robert a fag, but Robert rejects. Robert offers Paul a joint which Paul accepts.
Paul says "Robert I've always loved your indigenous sense of rhythm. The soul you convey is deep and warm"
Robert says "Thanks Paul, you swing too?"
The morning dew is boiled away slowly by the rising sun.
The air clears and the Stonehenge can be seen.
Coffee and cinnamon scents waft thru the rooms.
Lazy dogs rise and smell the air.
Wolfgang showered. He wears an AC/DC shirt, faded jeans, plaid socks.
Robert bathed, put on a Lakers jersey, purple corduroy pants and patent leather shoes, no socks.
Sting picks up a guitar.
He strums a steady beat.
Paul begins to hum lyrically
Wolfly plays the harpsichord and improvises some counter point to Stings now funk flavored strum.
Robert plays bass.
These four people are in no rush.
To an outsider, the music is monotonous in its numerous rounds of repetitiousness.
The men lock eyes. Their timing is atomic.
Wolf winks at Sting and changes to a minor key.
Paul's humming remains in the major thereby inducing a tension.
Robert taps his foot in syncopated soul.
On the next round, Paul begins to sing words
His first utterance goes thus :
"On my dying word I say to you
No man has seen the love we hew"
The group then sings in perfect 4 part harmony
"Yea Yea."
Paul plays a riff on a vintage Rickenbacker 12 string.
Robert lays down a low bass groove.
Then, as if they are one mind, they break into a chorus.
Sting leads the group loudly.
"Love is honest, love is true.
Love is what I give to you"
Mozart goes into an extended and complex improvisation on the piano he spied in the next room.
Robert finds an ole martin and plays rhythmic slide with a toothbrush.
Paul and Sting both sing complex two part harmony oohs and aahs to all this lush and layered music.
The impromptu jam session ends when a clock falls from the wall and clanks 4AM.
A crow cries in the dark.
The men nod in agreement as their demeanor returns to calm.
Mozart and Robert walk slow toward Stonehenge.
The sound of Paul's car resonates in the distance.
Sting smiles and slowly closes the heavy oaken door.
The clasp clinks.
Sadly no recordings or reporter's writings exist to corroborate this impromptu jam.
No foot or finger prints remain.
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