[VTS Emulation: Vocal: "The Band Singer" — male, smooth husky soulful rock voice, relaxed and a little smoky, never pushing; he's the guitarist telling it] [VTS Emulation: Rhythm: "Cha-Cha Rock" — ~120 BPM, congas and timbales locked with the drum kit as the pulse of the whole song, a rolling Afro-Cuban percussion section, bass walking the minor vamp] [VTS Emulation: Space: "The Club" — the lead electric guitar is the star: long violin-like sustain, crying bends, singing notes that hang forever; Hammond B3 organ riffing underneath; a Dorian minor vamp that never stops rolling] [Intro | 16 bars | congas and timbales alone, then the Hammond vamp, then the lead guitar enters with one long crying sustained note | then vocal] [Verse 1 | voice relaxed and husky, percussion rolling, guitar answering every line with a short crying phrase] Quarter to midnight, the timbales start to roll, she walks in in a yellow dress and doesn't look at a soul, she don't come for the drinks, and she don't come for the men, she comes to hear that guitar cry, and then she's gone again. [Chorus | full band, Hammond swelling, percussion driving, voice lifting] Oye, morena, where do you go? Oye, morena, nobody knows, she dances with her eyes closed while the guitar cries, and she's out the door before the last note dies. [Verse 2 | voice relaxed and husky, percussion rolling, guitar answering every line with a short crying phrase] The bartender says she's a nurse off the night shift down the block, the drummer swears she's married, and the bass man says she's a witch who stops the clock. [Chorus | full band, Hammond swelling, percussion driving, voice lifting] Oye, morena, where do you go? Oye, morena, nobody knows, she dances with her eyes closed while the guitar cries, and she's out the door before the last note dies. [Guitar Solo | long — 24 bars | the lead guitar sings and cries over the rolling vamp, long sustained notes building to fast runs, timbales answering, Hammond pushing underneath] [Bridge | band drops to congas and a soft Hammond, voice close] One night I set the guitar down and walked across the floor, I asked her name — she didn't give it. She just pointed at the stage, and nothing more. [Final Chorus | full band, biggest, guitar crying between every line] Oye, morena, where do you go? Oye, morena, nobody knows, she dances with her eyes closed while the guitar cries, and she's out the door before the last note dies. [Outro | guitar alone over the percussion, one last long sustained note, then the band hits the final chord together]
