Only thing about it was the fact that one of his mistresses was a white woman, beautiful with the body of a straight teen. What makes it all worse was the fact of the matter that she was really under the age of eighteen.
So now his future is foreseen in shame with statutory rape charges if anyone found out. Meanwhile his wife is the choir director in this same church trying to figure out whose child she may be carrying because she is now pregnant and the true father she has a little doubt.
Could it be the best man? Her honeymoon cruise was taken on a group discount, so who knows who rocked the boat while the deacon slept and his wife slipped into another mans room? Or could it be the reverend? Who married the two, yet on their wedding day there was a lying of the hands going down in the storage closet where the janitor stores the brooms.
But that’s not even the thick of it. The young white girl told her best friend who just happens to be in the choir, which just happens to be the choir director’s daughter. And to make it a little bit harder the best man is thinking of confessing and confiding to the reverend about what happened on the big boat in the water.
Moreover, the reverend, who is secretly in love with the choir director, is the same lawyer that the deacon hired to help him with his hypothetically speaking unknown case. I just hope the deacon doesn’t piss off that little white girl because she had kept copies of the documents that he signed that rainy day at that abortion place.
Meanwhile, the pastor sashays through the church house secretly twisting his hips and batting his eyes with a suspicious face because he remembers a time when he was snooping around at the deacon’s house he stumbled upon of a message that was left on a drawer at his place.
Besides that, even Miss Andrews can see the jealousy in the little white girl’s face the times she would watch the deacon embrace and hug his wife, while the best man tries to decide if he should confide to the reverend on this day and night.
So as you can see everything is not as easy as it seems. Especially since we’re in the small town of Infidelity, Georgia in the year of 1953.
You see, if the wrong people found out about the deacon’s little late night thrill he have to deal with more than shame and a few years in jail. That little white 17 year olds’ daddy just happens to be an ex-white supremacist. And we know that the Klan would raise a lot of hell.
And while the reverend is preaching about heaven and hell, you can tell he is not abiding by all ten of the commandments. Aside from adultery, he is stealing from the collection plate for personal gain and to buy that lovely choir director a few expensive and grand gifts.
Because for some reason he thinks he is the only one, aside from the deacon that put a ring on her finger four months ago when he proposed on bended knee. Which really doesn’t have a lot of meaning since that was the same day that the deacon had that little 17 year old white girl on bended knee.
So, in the meantime, the deacon and his wife are sorting through letters from the latest annual blood drive held at their church. Not knowing that they may find some results that may tell that she’s pregnant and has AIDS. And that could cause a lot of hurt.
So if you think about it, the bad thing isn’t the fact that her blood was rejected. If you really think about the story I just told, you would know only Miss Andrews really knows how many people woke up yet another morning really infected.
So as you can see no one will ever know all the latest news unless you’re sitting with Miss Andrews. It’s just too bad she’s only an apparition gossiping with other ghosts about all the drama sitting in the back pew. This has been the crooked church house blues.
So now his future is foreseen in shame with statutory rape charges if anyone found out. Meanwhile his wife is the choir director in this same church trying to figure out whose child she may be carrying because she is now pregnant and the true father she has a little doubt.
Could it be the best man? Her honeymoon cruise was taken on a group discount, so who knows who rocked the boat while the deacon slept and his wife slipped into another mans room? Or could it be the reverend? Who married the two, yet on their wedding day there was a lying of the hands going down in the storage closet where the janitor stores the brooms.
But that’s not even the thick of it. The young white girl told her best friend who just happens to be in the choir, which just happens to be the choir director’s daughter. And to make it a little bit harder the best man is thinking of confessing and confiding to the reverend about what happened on the big boat in the water.
Moreover, the reverend, who is secretly in love with the choir director, is the same lawyer that the deacon hired to help him with his hypothetically speaking unknown case. I just hope the deacon doesn’t piss off that little white girl because she had kept copies of the documents that he signed that rainy day at that abortion place.
Meanwhile, the pastor sashays through the church house secretly twisting his hips and batting his eyes with a suspicious face because he remembers a time when he was snooping around at the deacon’s house he stumbled upon of a message that was left on a drawer at his place.
Besides that, even Miss Andrews can see the jealousy in the little white girl’s face the times she would watch the deacon embrace and hug his wife, while the best man tries to decide if he should confide to the reverend on this day and night.
So as you can see everything is not as easy as it seems. Especially since we’re in the small town of Infidelity, Georgia in the year of 1953.
You see, if the wrong people found out about the deacon’s little late night thrill he have to deal with more than shame and a few years in jail. That little white 17 year olds’ daddy just happens to be an ex-white supremacist. And we know that the Klan would raise a lot of hell.
And while the reverend is preaching about heaven and hell, you can tell he is not abiding by all ten of the commandments. Aside from adultery, he is stealing from the collection plate for personal gain and to buy that lovely choir director a few expensive and grand gifts.
Because for some reason he thinks he is the only one, aside from the deacon that put a ring on her finger four months ago when he proposed on bended knee. Which really doesn’t have a lot of meaning since that was the same day that the deacon had that little 17 year old white girl on bended knee.
So, in the meantime, the deacon and his wife are sorting through letters from the latest annual blood drive held at their church. Not knowing that they may find some results that may tell that she’s pregnant and has AIDS. And that could cause a lot of hurt.
So if you think about it, the bad thing isn’t the fact that her blood was rejected. If you really think about the story I just told, you would know only Miss Andrews really knows how many people woke up yet another morning really infected.
So as you can see no one will ever know all the latest news unless you’re sitting with Miss Andrews. It’s just too bad she’s only an apparition gossiping with other ghosts about all the drama sitting in the back pew. This has been the crooked church house blues.
Church House Blues
A woman woke up yet another morning with AIDS today. Miss Andrews knows, but the worst problem is that the woman doesn’t even know it yet. All she remembers is that she cheated on her newlywed husband and now she has a new life-threatening regret.
You see, little did she know that the man she cheated with was trapped in the closet. Yes I said it, a gay man behind closed doors. He acquired AIDS from his male lover who used to run around with all types of whores.
But that’s not the all of it. I want you to listen as the entire story unfolds before you. Her husband was a church deacon and his personal life was something the church members had not even a clue.
He couldn’t resist the temptations of the flesh in its nude
forms. In other words, he had done a little dirt work too.
You see, little did she know that the man she cheated with was trapped in the closet. Yes I said it, a gay man behind closed doors. He acquired AIDS from his male lover who used to run around with all types of whores.
But that’s not the all of it. I want you to listen as the entire story unfolds before you. Her husband was a church deacon and his personal life was something the church members had not even a clue.
He couldn’t resist the temptations of the flesh in its nude
forms. In other words, he had done a little dirt work too.
(Soundtrack provided and produced by Ol' Skool)