A Strep To Remember

I don't know why they take so long to give results but yesterday I found out (three days later)  that I have strep.  I suspected as much but you know how doctors are, they never listen.  So I got my meds today!  I managed to smuggle in some food to my room and decided I would shut myself in for the weekend. That decision was shattered by a text and a phone call. I have a potential traveling gospel group to join. It's a group with older people and Alex,  the waiter at Sugar Bar recommended me.  I had no idea he was a bass player. I'm supposed to me the musical director of the group now at Fat Cat. He says I should see if I like the music. Now, the dude is 81 years old so I'm not banking on being where I am right now. This place is an underground pool hall and game room. A duo of bongo and some weird string instrument is playing Indian music and I'm waiting for this group to arrive. There is beer and empty glasses on tables and people all over the huge space just having a good time as jazz music is now over the speakers because the duo is now done.
UPDATE
The group I was waiting to hear is Gospel Queens.  I knew the singers were older and from giving a quick listen to one of the songs Alex sent me I was in for a treat. This music took me back to some really good memories.  No one does old school southern gospel anymore.  Few would even know what it sounds like. My grandfather "Skeet" had a band like this for most of his life. I used to love it when my grandma would take us to some random place outside or to the park and there he would be, singing and playing guitar! Some mornings on weekends I would wake up to his albums being played.  Grandma told me later in life about how she wrote a lot of songs for him that he often played. See and hearing this group made me smile with my heart.  I gotta hug Alex for this. Even If I didn't join the group I got to touch a piece if home.
  My contact in the group is Cliff Driver and he was on the organ.  Can you say, Wailing?!  He was wearing shades which struck me as odd because the place was so dark.  I spoke to him before their set started and he told me to have a seat and let him know what I thought afterwards.  He reached over his chest with his right to shake my hand then I sat down. Cliff is a big guy and moves well for a guy his age (81).  I kept looking at him but trying not to stare because I didn't want to be rude.  So I had to text Alex to confirm my suspicion that he was blind. It was true. I don't know why but it increased my respect for him. 
The group was introduced as a jazz group and that struck me as odd. I guess this generation is so far removed from my grandparents that they don't know any better but the crowd loved it. There was lots of dancing and rocking going on. It made me laugh to think of my grandparents and what all the old churches would think about what was going on. There was beer drinking and groove dancing,  folks cuddled up and listening.  Had this been a black church back in the day the people would be praise dancing and shouting amen.  LOL. This crowd was so diverse!  The funny thing is,  I was the only black person I saw in there besides the guy at the door until towards the end I see some younger chic walk by, totally not interested in the music. The experience was surreal to say the least. I told Cliff I was in! He says to call him Tuesday. I always liked Tuesdays. 
Gospel Queens at Fat Cat: http://youtu.be/YyrDoQuDbrM

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