It’s last call for drinks, but too early to dream away your sorrows.
Outside you can taste the rain, and a dark wind bites you as it races by.
You hear a sound that draws you to a threshold of a bar, a sound built of the old
machinery of the blues, but with funk and soul and rock bolted on.
It shakes; it rattles; it dances; it lives. That’s the sound of the Blues Engine.
Find out more here:
https://www.bluesengine.net/music.html
