SING-A-LONG

I was having such a nice time at Washington's historic Blues Alley. Great music, nice atmosphere, pleasant people, and good food are a winning combination. I really do like it there, and don't know of a time that I didn't enjoy myself. My little sister Lori and her band were amazing. I was marveling at the level of musicianship of those teacher/ musicians. Allyn Johnson, Tracy Cutler, Mark Prince and Michael Bowie, served up excellent sounds. The menu matched the sounds, and I was completely enjoying my "McCoy Tyner Reddened Fish" entree (coated in fiery cajun spices, and served with red beans and rice) when I heard my name. Had to put my fork down for a minute...
It's always an honor when someone calls you out of an audience to share their stage. I love to sing, I mean, I really do, but sometimes it's just as lovely to sit and listen and appreciate the gift that God has given to someone else. I think it's important to be able to do that and I don't understand people who can't or won't acknowledge the talents of others.
It's wonderful to see someone so enjoying what they do--especially when they do it so well, and you know how diligently they've invested time and energy. It's nice to see someone realize their dreams and reach their goals. You just want to be a cheerleading sponge, sometimes. Just sit in a corner, out of sight and applaud, and ask God to continue to bless their efforts.
I had a nice spot on one of the soft seats up against the Alley's wall near the staircase, and was savoring those red beans and rice. She didn't have to call me up. I was there to support her, so was my daughter, her former schoolmates, sorority sisters, co-workers, friends and fans.
I have to admit, though, it was a lot of fun to sing along.