Jake Brennan

And when he picked up the phone, there was a British voice on the other line.

It was David Bowie, and he was calling to make a deal.

And any good bluesman will tell you, when you head down to the crossroads to dance with that devil, you, unfortunately, do not get to pick the song.

It was hard to tell because the car was moving so fast, but this was in fact God himself behind the wheel of the Ferrari 365, weaving through humanity in the heavy South London traffic.

God pulled the wheel hard to the right as the tires chirped in protest, and he flew past a line of slow-moving cars before he finally found an open stretch of road and mashed the accelerator.

The car shot forward with a force that would have crushed any normal human, but ever since he'd gotten clean, God craved the adrenaline rush of fast cars and loud music.

Speaking of which, God leaned forward and jerked the volume knob to the right, and the radio was tuned to a top 40 station, and it wasn't exactly God's music.

A funky bass line throbbed from the speakers, tight guitar stabs loaded with echo played over it like a Nile Rodgers riff.

Actually, maybe it was a Nile Rodgers riff.

Even if it wasn't his cup of tea, God couldn't deny it.

The song grooved hard.

And then he heard a sound that tore through the car like a lightning bolt.

A single stinging note that sent shivers up his spine.

God knew he had to drop everything and find out who the hell this guitar player was.

Okay, so in 1983, Eric Clapton was a little past his Clapton is God prime, but he was definitely still on most people's Mount Olympus of guitar gods, even if he wasn't on mine.

And as a so-called guitar god, Eric Clapton had the power to recognize a fellow deity from a single spine tingling note.

And he knew what it meant.

It meant that he was about to drop everything to find out who the hell was playing lead guitar on David Bowie's Let's Dance.

Because it had been a while since anyone had sent a shiver like this up his spine.

Since Clapton heard Dwayne Allman playing in the background of a 1969 Wilson Pickett album, to be specific.