February 21, 1964 (Friday)
We got up about 12:00 noon. I fixed breakfast, and we all went to the beach, except Phil. He wanted to stay and work on his car. It was a beautiful day and the sun was shining.
We walked the beach for a little while, but since it was basically void of people, we soon left and went to a pawn shop. I bought a $1.00 ring, Major bought a gun that shot blanks, and Pete purchased a harmonica. We returned to the apartment, ate supper and went to a movie.
After the movie, we stopped back at Porky’s. When we got there, Porky gave us some disturbing news. The musicians’ union was not allowing The Kingtones to work at Porky’s without using a booking agent and without having a contract. They were threatening Porky, telling him if he let us come in that they would not allow any other union bands to play at his club. Since almost all bands at that time belonged to the union meant that Porky would not be able to have music at his club. Although The Kingtones did belong to the union, we didn’t have a booking agent or a contract to play at Porky’s. We were just sick about this news. It seemed like nothing was going our way.
Pete and I had a few words that day. I asked him why it was that whenever he was gone we got along just fine; but when he was present, we seemed to have “dissention amongst the ranks.” He said it was because he was cool and sophisticated and that I was uncool and dull. I was not sure that he had answered my question, but I left it at that.
I missed Chick very much, and hoped that I could see her soon. Mike appeared to be better. We were all healthy.