(Day 57) Kingtones Memoirs
April 2, 1964 (Thursday)
We got up at 4:10 P.M. It had been a very nice day outside, but we missed most of it. Phil was trying to learn two more Beatles’ songs, the rest of the guys were watching TV, and I fixed supper. This was the first big dinner that I had made in a week. We had steak, mashed potatoes, yellow beans and fried onions.
Our rent was due that day and our landlord wanted to kick us out. Can you imagine that? Just because we had four complaints against us for making too much noise in the early morning hours, he wanted us out! His wife, however, was an understanding lady that said we could stay for ten more days for $50.00, and then we had to get out. We figured we would probably be gone before our ten days were up anyway.
Because we were so tired and worn out, none of us went anywhere that day. We just sat around the apartment and rested. Pete was saying that maybe we should stay at Porky’s for the summer. He was only saying that because he had a girlfriend here. Bob said that he could use the money, so it was okay with him to stay. Phil, Mike and I said that if Pete and Bob wanted to stay, they were on their own. As soon as our obligation to Porky was over, the three of us would be heading for Michigan.
We left for Porky’s at 8:45 P.M. Because we had rested all day, we were not tired and had some energy. Mike’s neck didn’t hurt anymore, so he would be back in full swing. As we took to the stage and faced our down sized audience, we got started. You could just feel it. Mike’s powerful drum beat was back. There was Phil and Bob’s growling, booming, sound, with their synchronized guitar and bass patterns. Along with crazy, bouncing me, making people laugh and rounding out our sound with my organ, the “Kingtones’ Sound” was alive and well! We were back and we were terrific!
Pete was a great showman that night, doing everything in the book to impress his girl. He didn’t want Frank, the lead singer of “The Percussions,” to show him up, which he didn’t. The crowd, as small as it was, yelled and clapped after every number. We did “The Bird,” and it was great. When we finished the song, they screamed and clapped and chanted “Birdman,” “Birdman,” Birdman.” Of course they wanted us to do it again, but we didn’t.
We brought up the “African Beatles” to do their set. They did a good job and the audience liked them.
When we took a break, one customer came over to me and said that we were so much better than “The Percussions” that Porky should just have us play there instead of them. I thanked him for the compliment, but then I said that Frank, “The Percussions” lead singer, was one of the best rock singers I had ever heard, and that his band did a decent job behind him. I did think we were better, but “The Percussions” were very nice young men and worked just as hard as we did. They deserved some respect. Besides, if we would have played every set, without them alternating with us, we would have died.
Pete and Phil’s two girl friends were there all night and they brought a third girlfriend with them. When we finished for the night, Pete came over to me and wanted me to go back to the girl’s apartment with him and Phil. Evidently the third girl liked me and wanted to get acquainted. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Pete knew I was going with Chick and there was no way I was going to mess that relationship up. I simply told him, “no.”
Major couldn’t believe I turned down another girl. He just didn’t realize how much I loved Chick. So Mike, Bob and I left Porky’s on a high! We tooted the horn, waved and screamed out the windows as we left Porky’s parking lot. We went to Royal Castle, while Phil and Pete went to their girl’s place.
When we got back to our apartment, there were two strangers there. As we entered, they quickly introduced themselves as friends of Pete from Michigan. Pete gave them a key to our apartment so they could crash there for the day. They were returning to Michigan that night. As they got ready to leave, they made all kinds of noise. For a joke, they asked Mike, in a real loud voice, “Hey Mike, do you want to go back to Michigan with us?” Mike of course, not thinking, yells back “yeah! I’m coming!” We were sure this would be complaint number five to the landlord. We just hoped he would honor our ten day rental. We were all healthy, even Mike, and we got along good that day.