(Day 43) Kingtones Memoirs
March 19, 1964 (Thursday)
We got up at 3 P.M. The day was once again beautiful and sunny, 75 degrees, with a nice little breeze. When our mail arrived that day, we had quite a scare. After our recording session on February 6, we took the master tape to our next record, “The Girl I Love” with us to Florida. Phil had mailed the master tape, along with a letter inside the package, to our record company two weeks ago. What we got in the mail, was the letter that Phil had sent with the recording, but no sign of the master tape. Phil immediately called Cadet Distributing to see if, by some miracle, they happened to have received the tape. Detroit said that they had received the tape, but there was no letter with it. They had already released the record on the West Coast, and it was doing very well out there. That was a big relief off of our minds. We were thrilled that our record had been released already and that it was doing well.
Mike and Phil continued to put their model airplanes together. Bob decided that he liked the idea of putting a model together so he went to the hobby shop and bought himself a plastic model gun. The apartment looked like a pigsty, but the boys didn’t seem to care. They had model building to do. There was no time for cleaning. I couldn’t stand it, so I took off to the beach and bought some trinkets. When I got back, I make supper. We then watched TV until we had to go play.
When we got to Porky’s, the place was dead. We figured this was the “calm before the storm.” Friday was the beginning of college Spring break and we expected many more students to be there. But this was Thursday, the last dead night… we hoped. Pete decided he was going to get the few customers that were there to clap and cheer. He started with some of his best vocals: no one clapped. He started kicking his legs in the air and dancing across the stage but no one clapped. He jumped, hopped, bounced, anything he could think of, but not one lousy clap resulted from his effort. When we finally took a break Pete went and got himself half drunk. It seemed like the longest night we had ever played.
When we finished playing, we went to Royal Castle. There we told Homer, the chief cook, waiter and bottle washer of the restaurant, how Pete had tried to get the audience to clap. Homer just laughed and gave Pete a standing ovation. We got home at 5:30 A.M. We were dead tired, but all healthy and still getting along fair.