(Day 56) Kingtones Menoirs
April 1, 1964 (Wednesday)
We woke up at 1:30 P.M. We were so tired and worn out that we just laid in bed and watched TV until we had to go play at the jam session. We thought that this would probably be our last one, because the crowds were getting so small. We finally got up, ate a quick tuna fish sandwich and left for Porky’s.
Phil told us he would meet us at the jam session. He would have Pete drop him off when they left the girl’s apartment. Pete was going to go back and take a nap at our apartment. He wasn’t coming to the jam session because Porky did not want him. Porky said, “Pete does nothing but sit on his ass and drink beer, so I don’t want him there.” So the four of us played the two hours without him. The crowd was very small, about 25% of what it had been. They were not really in the mood to party. These were the “die hard” students that didn’t want to face the fact that spring break was over. By the size of the crowd that was there, however, it was obvious. We certainly weren’t in the mood to play, especially without Pete. We were pretty dead, so was our music and so was the crowd.
When we finished playing, Porky finally paid us for the five jam sessions that we had done. It boiled down to $2.50 an hour per man: Wow! We left and returned to our very dirty apartment. I made supper: Chile and beans. We watched TV until we had to go back to work.
At 8:45 we headed back to Porky’s. We did not have a very good night. There were a lot of factors that contributed to it. First of all, we were physically and mentally run down. Then too, the audience, which we drew our energy from, was down to 25% of the original spring break crowd. Next, Mike’s neck was affecting his drumming. Even “The Bird,” our golden egg in the basket, was a flop. We all knew the end was here, but no one wanted to admit it. When we finished for the night, Porky came over and talked real nice to us. We figured that this was because he wanted us to play at his place during the summer.
Pete and Phil were so tired that they went back to our apartment. They needed sleep. All five of us went to Royal Castle first and told Homer, the chief cook, waiter and bottle washer, that we would be leaving Florida in about two weeks. He felt bad. He enjoyed having us coming there almost every night. He said that he was going to miss us. Four of us were basically healthy, but run down. Mike was also run down, plus he still had a cold and a sore neck. We got along okay that day, but there was tension in the air.