The Sinister Minister

I was a witness to something utterly bizarre last weekend. My longtime band, Three Hour Tour, played at our drummer's brother's wedding reception in the ATL on Saturday. Since the crowd was composed of mostly twenty-somethings, it got pretty wild on the dance floor. Surprisingly, the ringleader of the dance troupe was none other than the minister himself. He was a young fella, appearing to be in his mid to late 30's (that's right - I said young), and could bust a move with the best of them. Certainly not something you see every day.

At one point, the bride approached us between songs and said that the minister had a special request. Turns out he wanted to hear a little "Back In Black". Now, we know and are capable of playing exactly two AC/DC songs. One of them is "Dirty Deeds". The other? "Highway To Hell" of course. The four of us looked at each other, knowing what was going through all of our minds. Without saying a word, we launched into "Highway To Hell". Lo and behold, the minister dug it. He proceeded to rock out in his white collar to the beat of that devil song, surrounded by every wedding guest holding their cameras in the air trying to obtain evidence of this man of the cloth gyrating to the AC/DC classic. All you could see from the stage were camera flashes. It was quite a surreal moment. After the song was over, we even had the balls to call him the "Sinister Minister" over the microphone.

Eventually things died down and we took a break. My band mate, Jondie (last name unknown), and me saw the minister near the exit. He complimented us on our playing and we complimented him on his dance moves. During our conversation, Jondie correctly surmised that no matter what kind of music one prefers or what walk of life one chooses or what age they might be, everyone has a favorite AC/DC song. He heartily agreed. I noticed he was on his way out the door.

"Aw man, are you leaving already? We've got a whole other set of classics coming up," I said.

"I've got church tomorrow," he answered. Why of course.

Jondie and I hung our heads in shame, said goodbye and walked away.