random percussionists keep the dance rhythm hot

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Images of chaos, of rough black bodies rubbing and sweating and dancing wildly in the heated kerosene haze, powered by a loud pounding rhythm raging with erotic dread. Walls painted randomly in harsh dark shades close in on the shocking scene. People are half seen, acts are half followed, as in dreams. Seated on a chair amid the tumult, a stocky man named Willie Brown frantically knots a broken string on his guitar. In the corner his partner Son House fends off a woman who keeps pouring beer into his battered guitar. Son guzzles the beer out of his guitar until it is dry, as Willie yells to him. The furious momentum increases even without the music. Son rushes toward Willie as his female admirer chugs the rest of her beer. Picking up on the sizzling tempo by stomping his foot and sliding a jagged glass bottleneck over the guitar strings, Son explodes with improvised song. The air is ecstatically wicked. The intense activity is a cross between heated dance and heavy petting. One woman struts like a chicken as her mate makes a face like a fish. Others pound the walls with fists and bones. One guy grabs onto a window and jerks it off its hinges. The surging music ensues.