The Holiday Inn (The Armada Room)
Murph and the Magitones are playing to an almost empty
Thank you. Your marvellous. Your marvellous. Thank you. I'm Murph and these are the Magitones. Steve 'the colonel' Cropper, Donald Duck Dunn, Willie `Too Big' Hall and Tom `Bones' Malone. We'll be back with the Magitones for the Armada Room's two hour disco swing party after this short break. Til then, don't you go changing.
They all meet Jake and Elwood at one of the tables
So Jake, you're out, you're free, you're rehabilitated, what's next what's happening, whatcha gonna do? You got the money you owe us motherfucker?
Look let's just get something straight here. The reason he got locked in the slammer in the first place was for sticking up a gas station to cover you guys.
He pulled that job to pay for the bands room service tab from that Kiwanas gig in Coal City.
That's right, so I don't wanna hear anymore of this small change shit.
We're putting the band back together.
You were the backbone. The nerve centre of a great rhythm and blues band. You can, make that live, breathe and jump again. Murph and the Magitones? Look at you in those candy ass monkey suits. And I thought I had it bad in Joliet.
At least we got a change in clothes sucker, you're wearing the same shit you had on three years ago.
Jake ain't lying though. We had a band powerful enough to turn goat piss into gasoline.
But we'll never get that fab sound again, not without some more horns. We'll never get Mr. Fabulous.
Where is he?
Forget it. Mr Fabulous is the top Matre 'd at the Chez Paul. He's pulling down six bills a week.
Yeah and Matt Murphy up and got himself married.
Where is Matt guitar Murphy?
He opened a soul food restaurant with his old lady on Maxwell Street, and he took Blue Lou with him.
You'll never get Matt and Mr Fabulous outta them high paying gigs.
Oh yeah? Well me and the Lord. We got an understanding.
We're on a mission from God.