(Day 50) Kingtones Memoirs
March 26, 1964 (Thursday)
Phil and I got up at 10:30 A.M, after getting to bed at 5:30 A.M. We went to Porky’s and called an organ repairman. He came over, cleaned the sockets that held the organ tubes, and replaced all the blown tubes from Mike’s tomato juice. I also bought several spare tubes in case they would go out for some reason. His repair bill was $16.98. We took that out of Mike’s pay for that week. That was an expensive glass of tomato juice.
We returned to the apartment, ate a quick lunch, got dressed in white Levi’s and yellow Porky T Shirts, and left for our first afternoon Jam Session, from 5:00 to 7:00 P.M. Porky was expecting a good crowd because he had advertised a special of $1.50 for all the beer that men could drink, and $1.00 for all the beer the ladies could drink.
Needless to say, the place was packed when we got there. We started off playing a lot of “kicker” type songs so that the kids would really enjoy the jam session. They enjoyed it all right! They were like “savages.” There were four different times when it looked like a fight was breaking out, but the bouncers were “Johnny on the spot,” and prevented it from taking place. They finally did throw two guys out and told them to never come back. We played two forty-minute sets. The kids loved the music. They danced like wild animals. They were almost uncontrollable.
When 7 o’clock came, we got off the stage and ran to our cars. We did not want to do any encores or socialize. We had to be back to play at 9:30, and we needed quiet time and some rest. We went back to our apartment. While the boys plopped down to watch TV, I called Chick. It was nice talking to her. She always gave me peace of mind. When I finished, I went and bought some groceries. I came back and made a quick supper. We got dressed in our Kingtones’ suits and left for Porky’s.
When we arrived at Porky’s, the line to get in was huge. Evidently, a lot of the students that came to the jam session never left. Our first set went very well. The students, as usual, screamed and yelled after most of our songs. I filled in again on the keyboards for “The Percussions.” Their keyboard player wasn’t coming to play until Friday. They also did well on their first set. I played organ for 3 ½ hours straight, with no break. Just as it looked like we were really going to rock the place, Pete went hoarse. He couldn’t sing any more. The good news was that Frank, from “The Percussions,” offered to help out. He was a great singer. The bad news was that Frank did not know most of our songs. We tried to do some songs that he knew, but we didn’t really know his songs.
Besides Pete being out of commission, Mike was having one of the worst nights that he ever had on the drums in years. He would stop in the wrong places, his tempo would speed up and then slow down on the same song and he would end the songs too soon. I don’t know if his hangover was giving him trouble, but it was not a good night for him or us.
We brought up the “African Beatles” three different times, to help save the day. They had a hard time getting their harmonies right. Their first two sets were only satisfactory. They finally got it together well enough to have a good last set.
When we finished for the night, Pete, Phil and I went back to our apartment. Bob and Mike, once again, had dates.