NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS by TINA TURNER. Story by Ann Banham.
With a couple of drinks and the old audio system turned up as loud as it would go, we put Nutbush on rotation and hit the timeworn wooden floorboards.
I SMELL TROUBLE by IKE AND TINA TURNER Story by Rijn Collins
Rijn Collins Northcote, 2007They took the chairs closest to the door, leaving me the couch. I realised too late that this blocked my exit. The tall one stared at me, his mouth slightly open. Sideburns grinned. And then the CD player whirred into action and gave me an omen, straight from 1971: the bluesy wail of I Smell Trouble.And I did.Fuck, did I ever.