Back in the 1960’s, “juke joints” were major hang outs for black performers. Chuck Berry made a song about these enclaves, where beer and chicken pies can be consumed “til” 6 am.
There is an up and coming town, “down the road a piece”, from Washington DC, it is called Columbia, Maryland.
There are no “juke joints” here. Restaurants, hotels, and a residential lifestyle that is the envy of many. In among those architectural admirations, is a barn; residents call it, THE OTHER BARN. Last Sunday the first floor was turned into a juke joint. No pot pies, no chicken, but light refreshments, cake and pale wines.
Ever heard of KRISTINE KEY ? Her looks are deceiving, her voice, up the road apiece.