I'll fake some fiddle on my keyboard.
We go on after the last car stunt.
How will Elwood, Mack and the kid...
...get to the stage
with all the police around?
I like the car this color.
It's temporary camouflage, that's all.
All right. Go on.
Lots of heat here.
Maybe we ought to skip this gig.
That would be unprofessional.
Park it somewhere dark.
Now...
...the Devil Drivers' star, Rick Avery...
...does the triple-ramp loop
through the ring of fire!
Now the county fair is proud to present
tonight's musical entertainment...Now the county fair is proud to present
tonight's musical entertainment...
...the Kentucky Bluegrass Brothers!
What's with the hats and beards?
You look like ZZ Top.
Sline booked us in here
as a bluegrass band.
Thank you so much, and howdy.
Howdy!
Howdy.
Howdy!
Good to see your smiling faces.
We'd like to see you a little bit closer.
Come on down out of the stands.
Come close to the stage.
Bluegrass?
Riders.
Duck, mountain tempo in A minor.
"That old cowpoke went ridin' out
one dark and windy day
"Upon a ridge he rested
as he went along his way
"When all at once a mighty herd
of red-eyed cows he saw
"A plowin ' through the ragged skies
"And up a cloudy draw
"The ghost herd in the sky
"Their brands were still on fire
and their hooves were made of steel"
Excuse me. Step aside.
Take your men behind the stage.
"A bolt of fear went through 'em
as they thundered through the sky
"For they saw the riders comin' hard
"And they heard their mournful cry
"Ghost riders in the sky
"Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred
their shirts all soaked with sweat
"They're ridin ' hard to catch that herd
but they ain 't caught 'em yet
"'Cause they got to ride forever
in that range up in the sky
"On horses snortin ' fire
"As they ride on hear their cry
"Ghost riders in the sky"
Step aside! Comin' through!
Excuse me.
Thank you!
Everyone into the Bluesmobile!
Stop them!
Elwood!
We'll get them, sir.
Sline says their next job is at a place called
Queen Moussette's.
Queen Moussette's.
That's it. She's bone dry.
I'd like to be. Let me out.
Where are we?
Five miles north of Panther Burn,
Mississippi.
What's the plan?
We start walking.
What's the point? I say we turn around.
Elwood. I think we got a rebellion
on our hands.
What do you mean?
Why don't you give them
a motivational speech?
So, you all want to quit?
Honestly, who can blame you?
I've dragged you down
as far as living humans can go.
All right. Fine.
'Bye. I understand.
So, what happens now?
I don't know. I guess it's over.
Go away, kid.
You're not being a very good mentor.
I ain't your mentor.
I don't even know what it means.
Just do me a favor and go away.
You're not the Elwood Blues I know.
The Elwood I know once said:
"No pharmaceutical drug
could equal the rush you get...
"...when the band grooves,
people are dancing, shouting...
"...and the house is rocking."
Yeah, that was me.
The music. You know you miss the music.
Thanks, Buster.
Go if you wish.
Remember this.
Walk away now and you walk away
from your skills, your vocations...
...Ieaving our youth with nothing
but digitally-sampled techno grooves...
...quasi-synth rhythms, pseudo songs
of violence-laden gangster rap...
...acid pop and saccharine, soulless slush.
Depart now and you separate yourselves
from the vital legacies of...
...Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters,
Willie Dixon...
...Jimmy Reed, Memphis Slim,
Blind Boy Fuller...
...Louis Jordan, Little Walter, Big Walter,
Sonny Boy Williamson One and Two...
...Otis Redding, Jackie Wilson, Elvis Presley
and Robert K. Weiss.
Who is Robert K. Weiss?
Turn your backs and you snuff out
the fragile candles of blues, R&B and soul.
When those flames expire,
the light of the world is extinguished...
...because the music which has moved
mankind for seven decades...
...will wither and die
from abandonment and neglect.
Shit.
Go ahead, cats. I'll get