(Day 63) Kingtones Memoirs
April 8 1964 (Wednesday)
We got up at 1:30 P.M. The day was very hot and humid: 92 degrees. Pete and Mike decided to go see Lloyd in Miami. Phil worked on his model airplane to finish it up. When he finished it, he was excited to see it fly. He took it outside for its inaugural flight. As it took off, his excitement turned to a puzzled look and then to disappointment as his plane came crashing to the ground. Bob and I went to get some new handles and holsters for our guns; Bob’s 22 pistol and my starter gun.
Mike and Pete got back at 6:30. I made hamburgers for dinner and we watched TV until it was time to go to Porky’s. We left for Porky’s at 8:45 pm. We put on our suits for the 36th time. Even though we tried to air them out, they still smelled a little bit. When we got to Porky’s, he had another band playing in our place. Evidently, we created a misunderstanding yesterday, when Phil told Porky that we might not play out the week. Porky thought that we were not coming back and he hired another band. So that was it, The Kingtones were through at Porky’s. We got most of our equipment off the stage so that the other band would have enough room to put their stuff. We would come back tomorrow with the Kingtones’ van, and pick it up.
We stayed and listened to the Apollos for a while. Pete, who had been drinking for quite a while, got into an argument with Phil. He told Phil that he played his guitar way too loud, and that he was doing us a favor by singing for the same wages that the rest of the band members were getting.
We asked Porky if he would write us a letter of recommendation for other club owners to see. He said he would be glad to. We waited until he had finished it and then went to Royal Castle. We returned to our apartment, packed up a little bit, and just sat around and “shot the bull.”
Since we were home early, at least for us, Phil decided he was going to go and try to find a clock and tach for his car. We told him that all the stores were closed. He didn’t seem to care. He just took a shopping bag, put a flash light, pliers and screw driver in it, got dressed in all black, and “snuck” out to his car. He left, but came back almost immediately, picking up his wallet. He said he had seen too many movies, where the gangster gets pulled over and he has no wallet. So out the door he went again. Twenty minutes later he was back again. He said a cop had pulled him over saying he looked suspicious. He had checked out his whole car but didn’t find anything illegal. He told Phil to go straight back to his apartment and stay there. We laughed so hard that our sides hurt.
No one, except maybe Pete, was sad to leave Fort Lauderdale. We liked Porky as a person. He was very nice to us when it came to things that didn’t pertain to playing: using his canoe, fishing in his lake, letting Chick come into his club, etc. But as a boss, he was a tyrant and slave driver. We had heard that he was tied in with the mafia. Someone asked Phil, “weren’t you afraid of playing for someone in the mafia?” Phil simply replied, “I think as long as you are making money for a guy in the mafia, you’ll be okay.” We were all healthy and four of us got along good. We were having a rough time getting along with Pete.