(Day 31) Kingtones Memoirs
March 7, 1964 (Saturday)
We got up at 12:30 P.M. It was a very hot day. 87 degrees. Phil and I went looking for tubes for his amp. After about an hour long search we found what he needed. I made sure he bought a couple of extra ones.
We returned to our apartment and picked up Bob and Mike. Phil wanted to practice at Porky’s. He was not happy with our sound and wanted to try some different things to make it better. Pete had taken off earlier and hitch-hiked to the beach, so naturally he wouldn’t be there for practice. Mike said that my mother had called while we were gone and they would be to our place around 7:00 P.M.
When we got to Porky’s, Phil started working on our sound. First he tried turning the guitar and bass speakers backwards: closer to the wall, then away from the wall. He turned the guitar speakers upside down. He was trying everything he could think of. Since most of our songs had vocals in them, it was a little difficult to find a good sound without Pete. We finally quit without much success and returned to our apartment. When we got back I made supper: hamburgs and pork and beans.
After eating, I asked the boys to help me pick up and clean the apartment a little, so my parents wouldn’t think we were slobs. Surprisingly, everyone pitched in and helped, even Bob. In forty-five minutes the place looked respectable.
At 7:15 P.M. Chick arrived. I was so excited I couldn’t stand it! Because my parents and sister were with her, I had to hold back on my desire to give her a long passionate kiss and hug her to pieces. I greeted everyone, gave Chick a small kiss and hug and then showed them our apartment. After the apartment’s “Grand Tour,” I took them to their apartment that I had rented for them two days earlier. My folks were impressed. It had a full kitchen, living room, two bedrooms and two bathrooms. They were used to a small motel room. I stayed with them until I had to go play at Porky’s. As excited as Chick was to see me, she was very tired and thought it would be best to stay with my folks and go to Porky’s with me on Sunday.
I don’t remember a lot about our playing on March 7th, as my mind was totally on Chick. I do remember that we just could not get a good sound. No matter what Phil tried, it didn’t work; at least to his satisfaction. I thought he might start cracking up if he didn’t figure out something soon. We were all healthy and were getting along okay.