(Day 37) Kingtones Memoirs
March 13, 1964 (Friday)
We got up at 12 noon. It was another hot day. I made breakfast: eggs, sausage, toast, fried potatoes and Kool-Aid. The boys thought they had “died and gone to heaven.” This was their first cooked breakfast, since Chick had come to Florida.
We got up earlier then what we usually did, because we had to go to Porky’s and get our equipment off the stage. Porky was bringing in a special musical group called The Treniers; we did not have to play Friday or Saturday night. When we finished clearing the stage, Porky gave us each a bright yellow Porky’s T-shirt with his logo on it. He wanted us to wear them as often as we could to advertise his club. He wanted to make sure that the college kids knew that Porky’s was the place to go!
We returned to our apartment and I fixed supper. We were still hurting from our sunburn, so we sprayed some more MediQuick on each others back. Phil was starting to itch all over. During dinner, we talked about how on Monday, The Kingtones’ name was going to take top billing on Porky’s huge marquee. We were going to ask Porky if we could put the giant letters up ourselves. The Thunderbirds had the top billing at that time, but they were done playing at Porky’s on Sunday night. We also hoped that the band Porky was trying out on Monday was good, so Porky would hire them. Otherwise, we were going to have to play six hours a night; six days a week by ourselves.
We watched TV for a while, and then decided to go to a drive-in movie. Pete wouldn’t go because we didn’t choose the movie he wanted to see. After the show, we decided to go to Porky’s to see The Treniers. On our way there, we ran out of gas. Fortunately, we had passed a gas station a half mile back. After we went and got some gas, we continued on to Porky’s. We didn’t really care for The Treniers. They were another band like The Thunderbirds, but not nearly as good. They had a lot of good synchronized dance moves, but it wasn’t good enough to make up for their mediocre vocals.
I don’t know how he got served, but Mike came over to our table acting like a “big man on campus;” he was drinking a Whiskey Sour. I got pissed at him for drinking and chewed him out. It didn’t do any good, he just gulped it down. As we were leaving, we saw Paul Hornung sitting up at the bar. He was one of the best halfbacks that ever played football for the Green Bay Packers. I wanted to get his autograph, but I was afraid to ask him for it. We got home exhausted. We were all healthy and getting along fair.