February 27, 1964 (Thursday)
Lloyd, our next door neighbor, had a friend that managed a bar called The Banion Club. He told us that he had arranged an audition with his friend at the Shelazar Bar. He knew we were probably going to Porky’s on March 2. But he said that if something should happen that we didn’t go in, this might be a place we could play. After all, we would need to earn some money to get back home. So we went over to the Shelazar Bar, set up our equipment and played for an hour.
We never saw Lloyd’s friend, but Lloyd claimed he was there. We didn’t make a big deal out of it, since we figured we were going into Porky’s anyway. Besides, we had no other plans for that day, and it gave us a chance to try out the acoustics in the Shelazar, in case we needed to play there for gas money back to Michigan. We also knew that Lloyd often stretched the truth a little bit. But he had been a good neighbor, and we didn’t want to strain our relationship with him.
We packed up and went back to our apartment around 5:20 P.M. I cooked supper. Once again we watched TV for our evening entertainment. I decided, around 12:45 A.M., out of boredom, to practice my organ. Phil couldn’t hear the TV very well, because of my organ playing, and turned it up. Then I couldn’t hear my organ very well, so I turned IT up. It became a duel! Who could be heard, him or me? At 1:10 A.M., there was a knock on our door. It was the landlord. He told us to turn the organ off and the TV way down! He was not a happy camper! We didn’t get along very well that day, we had several quarrels.