Story Behind The Song

Dedicated to our late great friend Mike Barnett

Lyrics

There's a cluster of stars
shaped like a guitar.
I'm gonna call it the STRAT-O-sphere.
From Ursa Major to Ursa Minor,
The blues are on fire.
They're playing chords sweet and clear.

Out by that cosmic guitar
is a rogue shooting star,
a fireball you can see,
From Ursa Major to Ursa Minor,
A celestial reminder
It's got to be Mr. MB.

Bridge -
Playing licks out in the Milky Way,
Making it bluesy and grand,
You'll have a new backup band
playing just what you want them to play.

In that starry dust,
shining back on us,
that fireball is flying by.
What a sight to see,
that soul set free.
It's got to be Mr. MB