When I was in grad school at Roswell Park (1989), our lab tech was a member of the club (piano player). I had an accident in the morning on the way to Roswell at Oak and Swan and my car got totaled. I call the lab to tell them what happened and to get a ride there after they towed my car. He comes to pick me up and says we have to go someplace first. We go to the Colored Musicians Club and the bartender was cleaning up . He gets me a beer to calm my nerves and I see all the pictures of the jazz greats on the walls. There were pictures of EVERYONE.
He had a second job in a band and played for several weddings of people at the hospital. We were in Keystone , CO for a conference. At the piano bar, after the player finished, he asked if he could play some. He got a bigger hand than the person working there. We had a great time standing against the piano while he played.