Archive for July, 2010

A Discharge Of Resolution…………..#133 (the 70’s)

July 31, 2010
Bob Wood's Del City Music

Bob Wood’s Del City Music

It’s achievements having been commodious,  the years of  execution  evident from unintentional  assault and it’s treatment was  borne of discharge,  reconciled by continuous application.   A reception of agnostic dissertation having prevailed,  the aptitude of it’s production demonstrating a one of  eminence.   Its purpose was remarkably  attained with a resounding presence of achievement in the affirmative, but a resolution of discharge from a participation in commerce was in order,  the time having surfaced, it’s replacement was adherent,  the decision having been made, Gary was trading-in his faithful Wurlitzer #120 electric piano.

Fender Rodes the Cadilac of Electric Piano

Fender Rodes the Cadillac of Electric Piano

Gary journeying to Del City,  his accredited musical instruments firmly secured in the bed of the 1966 Ford pickup,  the Wurlitzer #120, the Kustom 150 both espoused for dispensation.   Arriving at Bob Woods Del City Music provided the musician an opportunity to gaze upon the appliances of musical fatuity.  The Del City structure abounding  with the wares of musical apparition,  his store,  a portrait of  instrument availability,  bestowing a beckoning  to all that dared entry.  Gary ready to conduct business with a friend and owner Bob Woods, his stature as a musician, country music provocateur organizing the Oklahoma Country Music Association was well-known throughout the state.

Kustom 300 bass amp

Kustom 300 amp manufactured in Chanute Ks.

Kustom speaker cabinet with two 15 inch JBL's

Kustom speaker cabinet with two 15 inch JBL’s

 

Kustom column PA speakers and amp

Kustom column PA speakers and amp

Gary discovering an array of desirable musical appliances, the only circumstance restraining his purchasing willpower was financial, but it too was in transition,  Bob’s  wife Carolyn on the phone resolving his fiscal qualification and credence.   With the  validation  of the musicians credit  credentials,  Gary finding a new edict to propagate his musical instrument portfolio,  his procurement realm aspiring for the ultimate in band equipment.   This time the Musician would not be financially embryonic in the acquisition of band accouterments finding a new experience dawning,  applying  a Cadillac interpretation in his decisions.    The Wurlitzer #120 finding a new home,  the incomparable Fender Rhodes electric piano accepting its station in his world of music.  His first Kustom 150 with its two 12 inch speakers relinquishing for  a 300 watt Kustom  amplifier with a mounting stand and  two Kustom speaker enclaves each containing two 15 inch Altec JBL,  (James Bullock Lansing),  speakers a noble replacement.  An additional announcement of a 200 watt Kustom PA amp with two column speakers, each  with four eight inch speakers, the total fiscal amount of his purchases approaching the cost of Gary’s 63 Mercury Comet car when purchased new.  As a musician, the new equipment instilled a surge of fulfilling a desire and an optimism that new equipment would add a new fatality to the bandstand.

drifting snow on Reno St.

A late winter night,  an eight inch blustering  60 MPH wind-driven snow blanketed Oklahoma City,  Gary finding it difficult to travel to guitarist Jerry Willis’s house,  but succeeding after several detours  only to find their normal route to the Pirates Cove at the  Holiday Inn on Meridian Avenue closed,  the road arrested with a catechism of white blanketed confinement.   May Avenue,  a corresponding tact,  also snowed over,  closed  to traffic,  but for some unexplainable reason a northward single lane   remained open on crosstown Portland Avenue.  The two determined musicians finding a hazardous opportunity to reach Interstate 40,  the Cross-Town Expressway.  To their dismay the on ramp to the Cross Town was barricaded,  but  Reno Street,  a parallel venture below the  Cross-Town was receptive,  a snowplow having  traversed the roadway clearing a passage and upon entering, the two finding that it  resembled a toboggan run,  the snow four or five feet high on either side.  The two musicians continuing their journey,  arrested within the walls of snow,  the headlights of the car beaming a snow lit beacon,  a perception that they were interned in a tunnel.   The two able to apprehend the Holiday Inn on Meridian Ave.,  the rest of the City seemingly void of activity,  its residence  snowbound.  An arrival finding the day shift compliment of  employment still dictating the Pirate’s Cove operation, apparently the night personnel unable to compose an appearance  because of the deleterious snow conditions.   Gary and Jerry,  the only band members having success in arriving,  and questioning each other whether to attempt to entertain a very diminished club audience, but an unexpected occurrence,  a Greyhound Bus discovering  refuge, unable to travel south,   the H.E. Bailey Turnpike south closed, another  casualty of the storm, the captive bus containing fifty-eight army recruits  destined for Fort Sill,  their deliberate journey interrupted.    Gary watched as the snowbound  prospective patrons seated themselves,  Wanda  Moreno, the  daytime bartender also one of the stranded  snowed in assembly having to do double duty, conversing on the phone with Herb Carpenter  the weather-bound proprietor,  a question concerning whether to serve the military compliment as  some were under age to consume alcohol.  Wanda asking if she should adhere to the letter of the law or what, Herb replying that ” the ABC board wouldn’t  be out on a night like this,  go ahead and serve them”.   Gary visiting with some of the soldiers answering the question about the band playing, mentioning that they really needed a drummer to play the music they wanted to hear.  From the soldier at a table they heard a name mentioned discovering that there was  a soldier that played drums among the stranded escalade and he was more than happy to sit in.  With the advent of a drummer,  a commendable trio was enhanced,  entertainment prevailing for the confined,  the Oklahoma City road crew up to the task, the main thoroughfares partially opened for their return, the toboggan run experienced musician fulfilling another musical page.

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Nationally Celebrated………#132 (the 70’s)

July 29, 2010
Sami-K - a raising talent

Sami-K – a rising talent

With the advent of  ‘Sami K’  the Cove flourished but as the months passed the avidity of her presence was soon discovered not only by a young enterprising attorney Chase Gordon, but the new motel facilities and entertainment concerns erected on S. Meridian Ave.  The addition of an elegant Ramada Inn featuring name entertainment,  the new Airport Sheraton and a Sports Bar endowed Hilton Inn,  Meridian Ave. becoming a hub for quality entertainment.  The expanded Pirates Cove Clubs entertainment menu hi-lighted with ‘ Sami K’,  Gary realizing the  recognition of  a rising star with his new-found vocalist knowing that opportunity would present itself to this up and coming entertainer.  It was just a matter of time before  the much larger Hilton approached the Velma-Ala Oklahoma country girl as did the attorney, Sami accepting an offer from Hilton and a marriage proposal from Chase, apologetically thanking Gary for giving her the opportunity to expand her entertainment horizons.

The renown Debbie Fisher - Gary at the piano

The renown Debbie Swisher – Gary at the piano

Researching for  talent wasn’t easy, the band able to continue with Jerry Connell and Gary briefly with the vocals, but the sudden loss of drummer Jim Hayes without a notice adding to the detriment.  Gary making a call to the Sallee agency about a drummer and was surprise when a percussionist with the Oklahoma City Symphony called to confirm he could fill in for a while.  Gary making  phone calls that led to a guitar playing itinerant vocalist who worked days as a part-time house painter and his hippy long haired Vietnam Vet drummer.  The pianist as well as the management realizing something would have to be done, wondering if there was another Jan or Sami out there.  It was almost unbelievable, it was a mid afternoon when an attractive lady vocalist introduced herself to Herb Carpenter the club owner stating that her name was  Debbie Swisher and had been appearing at the prestige Copa  Habana with the  Joe Davis Quartet and was interested in work, adding that she had given notice after having a falling out with management over a personal matter.  Gary was elated but somewhat suspicious of someone taking a professional step-down for personal reasons but deciding she was sincere with her desire to work with the band.   Gary having no qualms about giving the house painting vocalist notice but was more than satisfied with Vietnam Vet Eddy Ferguson on Drums, the band remained with  Jerry Connell on guitar,  his piano & keyboard bass and the addition of Jerry Willis lead guitar and  tenor sax on weekends.

Debbie was no stranger to the world of music, in 1955 three school age girls from Hanover Pennsylvania  started a vocal group called the Pixie Three rising  to prominence,  appearing twice on the Ted Mack Amateur Hour  and in 1963  having a top 40 hit with Mercury Records.   Debbie changing venues from the Pixie Three in 1966,  replacing Toni Mason as the lead singer with another celebrated group The Angels of   ‘My Boyfriend’s Back’ fame.  With Debbie on the bandstand it didn’t take long for her vocal expertise to capture an audience,  the  club capacity again expanding.

The Pixie Three

The Pixie Three

Debbie Fisher

Debbie

The Holiday Inn West having expanded for the third time with the completion of kitchenette rooms to accommodate the students attending the FAA flight instructor and Air Traffic Control Schools at the FAA Mike Monroney Center.   Gary wasn’t looking forward to a third club expansion, the piano bar arrangement having been discontinued the previous year,  the bandstand location already having been moved to the  left of the entrance door, a 4 ft. high petition with 2 inch dowels extending to the ceiling separated Gary and the piano on the bandstand from those entering.  In the summertime  the heat from the lobby would filter in with the opening and closing of the door, the pianist finding the heat  very uncomfortable, so to remedy the situation by placing a small  eight inch electric fan on the petition between the dowels for a constant breeze, but discovering one night that it was a hazard.  A lady with long hair waiting to be seated backed up against the petition, her hair getting caught in the plastic  blades of the fan and when she pulled away the fan came with her.  The only damage was the embarrassment of the situation, but she and her friends were compensated, receiving  a complimentary   no charge evening.

Eddy Ferguson the Vietnam Vet was somewhat different from any drummer he had ever meant, he exhibited perfect timing and professed a volume resiliency that was unique in that it didn’t override the musical expression but lifted it.  He was  a man of few words, not shy but adding only prevalent observation to a conversation,  Gary wondering if he was always this way or it might be a reflection of his Vietnam experience.  One thing the pianist did notice was Eddy and Debbie were inherently quiet individuals and it became apparent when they began to spend time together that an affinity for each other was in the developmental stage.   The early spring found Gary and his wife  journeying the 40 miles to Eddy’s mother home in Purcell Oklahoma for the baronial marriage of two.  The official ministering the ceremony, Eddy’s mother, Gary and Kaye the only participants attending the celebration, a reason was never asked but apparently the lack invitations was a hidden resolve.  The ceremony acquiring their nuptial  joining with a presupposition of musical vowels, Eddy singing his promise and devotion, Debbie vocalizing her acceptance and love, a memorable and appreciated ceremony.  Gary still declaring the event as an ovation to couples life’s journey.

Kenny Rogers and The First Edition

Kenny Rogers and The First Edition

It wasn’t unusual for renown musical groups that performed at the Oklahoma City Auditorium to stay at the Holiday Inn West, Kenny Rogers and the First Edition having arrived from  completing a highlighted local engagement,  the band  making their countenance known at the Pirates Cove, but Kenny apparently retreating to eclipse a public appearance.   Gary waiting until a break to approach the band members asking if they would address their fans by sitting in.  With invitation excepted, the announcement made, The First Addition mounting the bandstand joining Gary and the group,  receiving  accolades from  the capacity restitution.   The visiting musician fulfilling their sit-in  commitment returning to their table but relating that  they had another show tomorrow night in Stillwater and would drop by again.   Gary having a coherence for the coming event,  deciding he would bring his reel-to-reel tape recorder and record this second nights event for prosperity.

63 Mercury Comet - 10 years of fatihful service

63 Mercury Comet – 10 years of faithful service

The musician placing his tape recorder beside him on the front seat starting his journey to the Pirates Cove but when turning left off  May Avenue,  an oncoming pick-up truck suddenly appeared like an apparition,  Gary not seeing it until the collision.  The Comet striking the oncoming  vehicle,  its forward momentum  sending it escalating up the May Avenue roadway,  his knees buckling the steering wheel and impacting his chin.  Gathering his orientation, the driver-side door still operable he got out glancing up May Avenue,  the pick-up coming to rest a 100 yards up the road, the driver sprawled half in and half out, exhibiting no signs of movement.   Gary reacted immediately heading to the 7-11 store adjacent to the accident, telling the stunned counter employee several times that the person in the pickup might be seriously hurt and to call an ambulance,  his reflection in a window displayed the reason for an aghast clerk,  the musicians face was covered with blood.   The ambulance having arriving before the police,  the occupant of the truck was up and moving about, the ambulance personnel asking but the pickup trucks occupant refusing to be transported to a hospital.   A profusion of blood was flowing from Gary’s chin, his knees in pain, the first responders suggesting that they transport him to South Community Hospital emergency room.  The only question Gary had been his concern about the disposition of his car, being assured that the police would see to it.

 During the stitching of his chin the police arriving for their report,  following a prolonged time in X-ray the pianist finally calling the club informing them of his dilemma.  Because of his physical appearance and condition amiss, he thought it best to abstain from the night’s performance, even in pain he was disappointed at missing another opportunity experience The First Edition.   The seceding night bandaged and bruised the pianist once again advancing the motto of his craft,  the show must go on but sadly minus one 1963 Mercury Comet.

Reproducing Lagomorphs………#131 (the 70’s)

July 28, 2010
Glenn's latest - 1959 Cadillac Limo

Glenn’s latest – 1959 Cadillac Limo

The 1959 Cadillac limousine having returned to Oklahoma City,  its journey from Indiana in fruition,  its navigator, Gary’s friend and former drummer,  the anomalous Glenn Froman.  Glenn wasn’t solitary in his arrival,  unbeknown to Gary on his arrival, his sister Dorothy having accompanied the endeavoring percussionist,  this visionary aspirant entrepreneur.   The Pianist dutifully still employed at the Pirates Cove Club in the Holiday Inn West six nights a week having little opportunity for acquiring his friend employment but remaining inquisitive to the drummers intuitionist disposition.  The pianist curiosity was soon satisfied,  Glenn and sister Dorothy were in search for a property location to initiate a concept that they were convinced would realm a profitable enumeration.

Glenn was a walking introductory to most postulates of inventiveness, never-failing to undertake something whether business or pleasure with enthusiasm.  Gary  never openly having professed a desire to collaborate in the pursuit of wild game hunting, but discovering it was a new acquire interest of  Glenn’s.  His friends interest wasn’t limited to just hunting, but to engage in an outdoor recreation sport of archery and the use of a hunting bow.   The two journeying to the world of pawnbrokers, initiating an acquisition of archery bow accessories,  Glenn absorbing a 90 lb. Cobra bow,  the pianist acquiring 70 lb. Fred Bear Polar bow.  Gary biggest  discernment was  his 140 lb. body affirming the strength to string the bow,  even with an accessory  stringer he could not resolve the situation,  Glenn, his physical astute 200 lbs. providing the acquisition.   The two running across an article in the Daily Oklahoman newspaper exclaiming an area for bow enthusiast adjoining Lake Stanley Draper,  the two novice archers discovering a bow hunters arcadia,  a marked trail wandering thru the wilderness with accomplished hay bale targets, copious in similarities to a golf course.   The new recreational  outdoor accord providing  an awning of their skills, uplifting confidence and a sense of reliability,  the two perceiving they were ready for the challenge of gaming.   The appropriation of deer tags and a investigation of  suggested rural locations led to the discovery of abandon tree blinds,  but succeeding attempts hovering above the ground was in vain, it wasn’t long until the enthusiasm dwindled in their quest, nothing accomplished except the experience.

Glenn stringing a bow

stringing a bow

A discovery - the archery range

A discovery – the archery range

Searching along the South Canadian River

Searching along the South Canadian River

A new treasure seeker horizon having surfaced,  the advent of the commercial marketed metal detector  and Glenn again rising to a level of expectation.  A return to the familiar Oklahoma City downtown pawnbrokers,  the two desiring acquisition of the metal searching devices with  visions of finding Oklahoma’s lost riches of a bygone era.   A researched excursion to an area of the South Canadian River, the two exploring what they believed to be an inaccessible area of the river,  trouncing thru the underbrush to acquaint the sand on the river’s edge, the bounty treasure waiting to be achieved.  Gary soon discovering it wasn’t the ambiguity of the venture, but the appreciated absorption of mother nature, enjoying the disposition from the bounds of captivity surrounding the expression of his profession, the smoke-filled world of  entertainment.   The aura of the river,  the exposure to the elements and a fulfillment of life’s privilege,  the searching expedition was abbreviated with the sudden gratuity of discovery, instead of the bounties of lost treasure the only satisfaction was  a bevy of beer cans bringing a conclusion to their quest.

Glenn and Dorothy still ardent in search of their property goal discovering a settlement in Sapulpa, 93 miles east of Oklahoma City, 12 miles west of Tulsa.  The brother and sister deciding to  lease the 40 acres,  requesting Gary for  some financial support,  the pretense, an investment partnership.   The property was nestled on a rural hillside,  a  14 x 60 ft. mobile home residency,  congruent with propane,  electricity and well pump supplying water.   Glenn’s latest entrepreneur exploit was to enter a farming enterprise, not the acquisition of typical farm animal husbandry,  but specializing in the abundantly reproducing lagomorphs, better known as rabbits.   His conclusion being,  not to house the rabbits in a hutch,  but to fence an area for free ranging, thus saving the expense of housing and included in his free ranging surmise would be a minimal number of  ducks,  turkeys and chickens.   Gary approached the concept with pure skepticism,  but it would provide an opportunity to acquaint Glenn with a pastime and a possible source of income,  providing  the ambition would come to  fruition.   Gary would instill a visits traversing the Turner Turnpike, sometimes journeying with his family but soon finding the Salpupa country atmosphere uncomfortable,  the summer heat overpowering the mobile homes undersized air conditioner, the water pump for the well presenting problems, the animal not ready for harvest, and in general most of the visits not going well.   The Willson’s returning to Oklahoma City after a visit,  assessing the kindred project, Gary and Kaye deciding the only thing gained from their visit was  a bodily invasion by deleterious ticks.

The Lagomorph - Gary couldn't weld the nutrient charge

The lagomorphs – Gary couldn’t weld the nutrient charge

The first to abandon the scene was Glenn’s sister Dorothy,  removing herself and her minimal monetary contribution from the outlandish Sapulpa environment returning to Indiana.   Glenn’s operandi remained an unacknowledged failure but his lack of finance becoming  a noticeable  severance in the operation.  Being  idealistic  he began supplementing his monetary aspirations by downing numerous highway hidden out of sight hickory trees occupying the rented 40 acres,  supplying the local Sapulpa barbecue restaurant with the desirous wood.   Glenn finally advocating defeat and deciding to  vacate the premise.   Gary returning to the ill-fated concession,  arriving in his 1966 Ford pick-up,  an unorthodox removal of the animal menagerie would be have to be accomplished.   The afforded consisting of   2 turkeys,  2 ducks,  27 chickens and a dozen rabbit’s all to be loaded in  bed of the pickup the cage less conglomerate covered with chicken screening with only one destination available,  Gary’s residence in  Oklahoma City..   The traversing of the Turner Turnpike was an entertaining spectacle for the passing populace who stared with ambiguity at the pickup, its bed covered with chicken wire,  full of the farmyard menagerie, a grapes of wrath presentation.   Arriving in the City, the unloading commencing to a startled wife, the neighbor gawking at the array,  the backyard of the musicians abode serving as an overnight heaven for the struggling arcade.

An accelerated animal dispersion from Gary’s 46th Terrace residence, now resembling a  farming commune beginning,  the ducks finding shelter  in the backyard of Gary’s mother-in-law Helen,   the two turkeys,  whom were unsuspecting, Gary placing some grain between two logs,  then availing  an axe, when the gobblers discovered the grain,  the feather petitions soon abiding as freezer bound morsels of nourishment.   The chickens acquired the same fate as their larger feathered relatives,  joining their cousins in the realm of frozen prospect.  The rabbits,  soft and furry creatures finding haven,  Gary, with his young children looking on couldn’t weld a nutrient charge, sparing their lives, another disposition would be researched.  It took a while to resolve the rabbit situation but not until rabbits did what they were noted for, their numbers increased.  Gary’s wife Kaye finding a solution,  a FAA consort from work possessing a farming domain in Newcastle offering to transfer the lagomorphs to his authority for their perpetual care.  Gary concluding that the approximation of Glenn’s countenance was a lesson learned in perspicuity, another chapter having been written in the book of life.

A Kinetic Conveyance ……..#130 (the 70’s)

July 26, 2010
A Friday Night Ritual Cattlemen's Cafe

A Friday Night Ritual Cattlemen’s Café

Packingtown stockyards entrance.

Packingtown stockyards entrance.

Gary finding the  stability of his music at the Pirates Cove reflecting in his home life, not missing the  road  able to spend time with his wife and family.  A Sunday night at the  Winchester Drive-in tucked away on S. Western between SW 67th and SW 72nd or a Saturday  spending an early afternoon at Twilight Beach located at N.W. 50th. and N. MacArthur Blvd.    Gary recalling a Friday Night Ritual during his childhood having fish sticks and ravioli and not having to sit at the dinning room table, Kaye and Gary having a similar Friday Night Ritual, it was called Cattlemen’s Café.  Cattlemen’s Cafe being located in an area  referred to by those in Oklahoma City as Packingtown on S. Agnew a short distance from the North Canadian river.  Packingtown was home to the Oklahoma City stockyards and home to the Armour and Wilson & Co. meat packing companies processing over 900,000 head of cattle a year.  On a normal Friday night visit Gary would order Breaded Veal Cutlets, Cattlemen’s one of the few restaurants that served real milk-fed calf veal, his wife Kaye having a Small Filet and Scott having what he determined was Lobster,  but in reality it was Louisiana Crayfish Tails and  little Marlo still partaking of a Gerber cuisine at home with Grandma.   Another favorite was a take out opportunity  located four block from their SW 46th Terrace resident,  Kearns Dairy,  it being  the only drive-thru in the City that  provided Broasted Chicken.  Unlike regular fried chicken, Broasted Chicken was deep-fried, but in a pressure cooker, the couple calling their order in.  With a Chinese restaurant opening on S. May and SW 44th just four blocks distance,  they found their Chinese take home dinner for one could feed all the family.  Gary being the cook of the family preparing all the evening  meals, having decided since his wife worked all day she had no business coming home having to prepare super..  Gary becoming a follower of Graham Kerr, the Galloping Gourmet chief,  duplicating many of his gourmet dishes including selections of imported wines, family life becoming  a reflection of song.

Cattlements Cafe - A Willson famiy favorite

Cattlemen’s Café – A Willson family favorite

The Holiday Inn West introducing a new concept of availability for the guest,  an expansion included apartments for the Mike Monroney FAA facilities air traffic and flight instructor students from throughout the nation.  Gary acquainting a manifold of these FFA participants, on many occasions extending an invitation to join him and Kaye on Sunday afternoons for the NFL or AFL game.  Joe Nardie,  an accomplished traffic controller from the confines of New York City,  relating his world experience, having many relatives in Italy,  answering the Italian question Gary always wanted to ask,  ‘does a workers lunch consist of a bottle of wine,  a chunk of bread, cheese and a slab of salami’,  Joe grinning,  answering a perception propagated from the arcades of the film industry,  the answer was yes,  but only in the rural areas.   The cultivation of acquaintances at the Cove was an educational addition, able to visit with a geographic diversity of interesting people .

Mike Monroney Aeronautical Center

Mike Monroney Aeronautical Center

Gary discovering other interesting idiocies being enhanced,  Bill Ardee,  a flight instructor registered with the FAA was a consistent visitor of the club inviting Gary to journey with him on instructor flights as an observer.  Bill stating, the left seat pilot was the provisional captain and was the only one allowed to invite guest aboard.  The Pirates Cove musician was taken with many of Bill’s aeronautical stories,  relating on one occasion during a certification,  a doctor piloting the craft was told to make some touch n’ go landings notifying the control tower of his intent.  Approaching  his first touch n’ go,  the craft in a slow decent when  an alarm began to sound, the controller in the tower  making several attempts to contact him.  The doctor finally shouting into the mic,  that he couldn’t understand the tower because of the loud alarm going off.   The controller finally getting thru, relaying,  ” The alarm is because you failed to lower your landing gear”  all the time Bill said he was total aware of the situation, but decided to let it play out just to see how it was handled.

A 1969 Sabreliner - an invitation to dwell at 40,000 ft.

A 1969 Sabreliner – an invitation to dwell at 40,000 ft.

The Aeronautical Agency aircraft included Sabreliner Lear Jets,  the evolving  Gulf Stream and other privately owned aircraft, the owners being subsidized by a lease program of federal government for their use.   Bill inviting Gary to tour the Oklahoma City FAA flightline of aircraft,  accessing the interior of  the aircraft and their differentiating  flight capabilities.   The musician deciding to inquire about the invitation to fly as an observer,  but discovering this flight session would include an inclination from  40,000 feet,  the aircraft to stall,  going into free-fall,  providing a determination of reaction time and the  pilot’s ability to correct it.   Gary desiring to experience a flight in the Sabreliner, but when confronted with what would transpire during the flight,  deciding to make an excuse for declining the invitation,  not revealing  the words free-fall was the deciding factor.

A returning Jan Lawhon

A returning Jan Lawhon

Jerry Connell

Jerry Connell

Jan Lawhon’s return finding an appended avidity transpiring at the Pirates Cove,  the vocalist no longer compelled as a drummer,  Jim Hayes, recognized as an accomplished creative percussionist fulfilling that dexterity.   The compliment of alto saxophonist Bob giving notice, deciding it was time to move on, exaggerating claims of a high paying management employment.  Jan providing a farewell party in his honor but soon word filtered back about his new employment,  having been seen working in a liquor store.  With Bob’s departure,  Gary placing a call to Bob Woods Music, Woods relating that he knew of someone looking for a full-time gig.  The new arrival was Jerry Connell an established Midwest City guitarist, Gary was impressed with Connell’s qualifications but found him more attune to rhythm than lead, but adequate and with Jerry Willis playing lead guitar and tenor sax on Friday and Saturday nights everything worked.   Jan’s vocalist tenure was enduring  but her stature having changed since enrolling in law school at OU, Gary suspected that her and Len Cason had gone their separate ways, with rumors of a relationship with club franchise owner Herb, which seemed to be substantiated when visiting with her on the phone, Jan being interrupted with someone at the door, saying it was Wanda, Herbs wife demanding some of Herbs clothes he had left.   Gary could also tell her return and the six night per week obligation was taking its toll,  a remedy was entertained,  Jan not wanting to just up and leave but thought it best if she could cut her nights back providing someone could be found to fill in on her nights off.

Sami "K"

Sami “K”

 Word filtered out Jan situation and it wasn’t long before a young lady  introduced herself.  Her name was Samantha Ketchum but astutely anointed as  ‘Sami K’ ,  she heralded from Velma-Alma Oklahoma,  a community north of Duncan in southern Oklahoma.   Sami having arose as an active participant in the  local musical scene in her home town, acclaiming a well received  status then deciding to  venture to Oklahoma City in hopes of furthering her music ambition.  She demonstrated her talent filling in for Jan,  her lyrical inventory was somewhat abridged unlike the unlimited one of Jan,  but her presentation was  different, a complete transition from Jan’s strictly vocalization.   Her affluence extending to the realm of the audience, with a microphone  and a 40 ft. cord she would venture off  stage constituting an up close personal reflection of her vocal ability and kinetic conveyance.  Possessing an unblemished three octave range from the likes of a Barbara Streisand,  Aretha Franklin to a Karen Carpenter, her ambition was relevant, the beguiled personality and opulence providing a new avidity to the carriage of the Cove.  Gary satisfied that they had  found an embolden replacement for the incomparable Jan.

Essence Of Transport…………………#129 (the 70’s)

July 23, 2010

Gary Willson, the Wurlitzer and the Spinet.

The continued success of Jerry Willis guitar annotation  on Friday and Saturday nights convinced Herb  to prospect for an additional guitar virtuoso for the other four nights of the week.  Owner  Herb  Carpenter was not a connoisseur of musical attributes,  his aptitude of quality was somewhat questionable and paralleled that of most business applications using a bottom-line protocol as a determining agent for hiring.   Gary and  Jan were both perplexed at the results of Herbie’s search,  anticipating a guitarist,  finding his quest resulting in an alto saxophonist from Kissimmee Florida.   Bob was new to the Oklahoma City area,  he and his wife residing in a Bethany apartment complex,  the two having found employment participating in its management.   Bob having played alto since his school years,  experiencing a band in Florida and was currently sitting-in with various city groups for enjoyment  when discovered and approached by Herbie.   Gary finding Bob very amiable, possessing a good stage presence and pristine ownership of the sound that flowed from the E Flat Sax.   The pianist was curious as to how Herb had approached him,  Bob relating how this customer, whom turned out to be Herb,  kept requesting the same song over and over again,  a disclosure indicating that the person may have sampled an abundance of liquid beverage.   Bob’s narrative continuing,  Gary’s suspicion being confirmed when he  acknowledged the repeated requested song’s title,  it was Boots Randolph’s current big hit Yakety-Sax.   Those familiar with the Pirates Cove club owner were aware Herb upon arresting several drinks his predilection of music would change from the quiescent pop songs to the more obstreperous  buoyancy of  country western.

Jan - the proud owner of a 1970 Olds convertible

Jan – the proud owner of a 1970 Olds convertible

It was totally unexpected, the sounding of the horn outside of his SW 46th Terrace residence drawing his attention, Gary going to the window curious as to who was causing the commotion.  Parked at the curb was a new red 1970 Oldsmobile Convertible and sitting behind the steering wheel was none other than Jan Lawhon.  Gary approaching, noticing the wide grin on Jan’s face, without hesitation she blurted out that the car was her graduation present, having just picked it up and wanted to share it with someone and it seems that afternoon he was the only person she could think of that might be home.  It was a hot afternoon and the first time the pianist had ever cruised around Oklahoma City in a convertible with the top down and the air conditioning running, but apparently it made the college graduate happy.

NW 68th St. entrance to the Haunted House

NW 68th St. entrance to the Haunted House

The Haunted House

The Haunted House

The main dinning room

The main dinning room

It wasn’t unusal that on occasion Jan would call inviting Gary and Kaye to dine with her at the Steak & Ale and when the Sportsman Club on NW 39th street opened their dinning facility to the public, it was front and center for the three.  The most unusual invitation was to one of Oklahoma City’s most little known restaurants, The Haunted House, the only means to find its non-publicized location was to call and make a reservation.  It had been reputed that a murder had been committed in this large mansion now fashioned as an upscale dinning facility with valet parking.  The gabled, flagstone building, built in 1935 by automobile dealer Martin Carriker, featured flashy amenities for its time sporting a wet bar in the basement, a gas fireplace and a three-car garage. In 1963, the 74-year-old Carriker allegedly was shot in the head by his stepdaughter and two handymen. Before his stepdaughter was tried for the murder, her mother died and then she, after her acquittal, died of an apparent drug overdose.  Gary discovering the location was supposed to be on NE 68th but it ended just east of N. Kelly then resumed 1 1/2 miles further east in a wilderness section off of Miramar Blvd  Ave,  68th coming  to a dead-end at the Haunted House.  If the entry road was any hint of what was in store for  dinning, there was no doubt it would be a  fulfilling experience.

The addition of the Floridian sax player was concurrent with Jerry guitar on Friday and Saturday Nights, the club now sponsoring a trio thru the week and a quartet testing the weekend.   Jan Lawhon’s two years music interest at the Cove was beginning wane,  her studies at Oklahoma University were accomplished and  a law degree was her next ambition.   A possible marriage also was on the horizon, her longtime boyfriend Len Cason completing Air Force flight training and was commandeered for duty in Vietnam.   As time passed it came as no surprise to the pianist that  Jan  served  notice and would be leaving.

New Ramada opening  across from the Holiday Inn West

New Ramada opening across from the Holiday Inn West

Gary was reluctantly with the transition, a new era was exhibited at the Holiday Inn West and Pirates Cove,  an expansion to the Holiday Inn having been fulfilled with an 81 room complement and the addition of suites.   A search for Jan’s replacement having been promulgated  an attractive folk singing  talent Carole Boyd auditioning with an array of exquisite vocal selections augmented with a  12 string guitar.  With the loss of Jan and the advent of Carole another requirement was necessary, the procurement of a drummer.  Gary was lamenting,  he was back in the band business,  having journeyed this road before at Bob and Jerry’s Apartment Key Club,  witnessing two expansion and the demise of business,   To his surprise, The Pirates Cove maintained its level of capacity,  in defiance of the addition of the  Hilton,  Sheraton, and Ramada Inn on the once secluded South Meridian Ave.   Carole attracting her own following,  delivering a moderate style of vocal conveyance,  Gary noticing the difference between Carole and Jan in their musical adroitness, Carole having to rehearse,  Gary arranging to meet with her several afternoon at the club on a regular basis to go over new material.   The regular rehearsal time was after lunch and before happy-hour a slow time at the club but soon attracted several regulars to witness the behind the scenes display.  On occasion the two would take the time to play request, the pianist introduced to George Grube and his younger lady friend Jimmie Joe.  Gary was aware that George was the owner of the Grube Advertisement Agency that did advertisements and bookings  for most the movie theatres, Springlake and Wedgewood Village Amusement Park.  He also became aware that Jimmie Joe wasn’t George’s wife but appropriately her favorite song was ‘The Sounds of Silence’.   As the months progressed the past recollections of a Jan Lawhon haunted the chambered abode of the Pirate Cove, a  silent apparition for her return must have found an essence of transport.  Gary not having visited with Jan in months noticing one evening that she had entered and was immersed in a conversation with Herb.  The pianist could tell from a distance that she had a desire to return to the Cove and unfortunately so could Carole.

Perceptive Stature……………………#128 (the 60’s)

July 22, 2010
John Wayne and the real Red Adair

John Wayne and the real Red Adair

The Holiday Inn West Pirates Cove club afforded many introduction to heterogeneous celebrities,  whether their attendance was the results of an extended business engagement or a halt in a traveling excursion.  Gary found the accessibility to the airport and the nightly adonic artistically talents of Jan Lawhon  were both contributing factors for visitors enduring the contemporary Inn.   A group of industrial engineers with pyrotechnic expertise having assembled and were staying at the Inn,  the Canton oil well fire having continued for days and was allotted national headlines.  Several capping and  extinguishing attempts ending in failure, the group anticipating the arrival of the acknowledged specialist,  a pivotal person for  compliance.  Gary cognizant of the currently newsworthy events,  aware of the reason for the accumulated congregation  and had captured an interest and definitive curiosity about the expected arrival of the  luminary.

The musician having witnessed the John Wayne epic movie  ‘ The Hellfighters’   and for some reasons having expectations  of a  6′ 4”,  cover-all,  hard hat,  oil slicked face leader of the oil-fire containment crew accessing the entryway of the Pirates Cove  to address the waiting group.  The luminary finally having arrived,  Gary witnessing a man of fifty plus years,  his faced weathered,  his once red hair now graying,   his physical presence no resemblance to the tall iconic John Wayne,  but the reputation of Paul  ‘Red’  Adair was statuesque and his ability iconic in the performance of his profession.

Roy Clark remembering the Bamboo Club

Roy Clark remembering the Bamboo Club

Gary having discovered  that inviting visiting celebrities to perform for the audiences was sometimes futile,  the evasive reason being was invariably,  “their contract wouldn’t permit it”.   Taking notice one night the musician immediately recognized  one of the two patrons having  just entered the club and during the  intermission break approached the prodigious celebrity.   Gary and the band having backed this artist six years earlier at the Bamboo Club in Enid,  a time when Roy Clark was somewhat unknown, having just experienced his first hit record.   The pianist introducing himself not sure if Roy would remember him, questioning the celebrity  if he remembered playing the Bamboo Club in Enid after his release of the ‘Tips of my fingers’, the good nature Roy responding, “who could forget the Bamboo Club”.   Gary followed up with another question,  “would he be willing to sit in?”  Roy responding that he didn’t have a guitar with him.   Gary acquiring a smile,  knowing that Jerry Willis’s  Fender Telecaster was reclining in the locked storage room of the club waiting for Jerry’s  weekend appearance.  Gary returning, the six string fixture in hand, the guest entertainer acknowledge the telecast presence and saying he would be happy to applaud the patrons,  but first would desire some time visit with his friend and to consume a quantity of liquid known as Scotch.

Gary and Jan returning giving Roy time to relax, finally asking Reba, Roy’s waitress to ask if he was ready,  Gary announcing the presence of a guest and would they welcome Roy Clark.  It was amazing after completing several musical exaltation,  the club capacity ventured from exiguous to  ‘standing room only’,  Gary wondering where did all these people materialize from.   The country idol rendering  a thirty minute presentation before returning to his table.  Gary concluding that Red Adair and Roy Clark have a common thread,  the perception of their stature is validated, by the professionalism of their performance.

A New Dawning………….#127 (the 60’s)

July 21, 2010
Apollo 11 on the launch pad

Apollo 11 on the launch pad

The enlightenment leaving the bounds earth, achieving orbit before its sling-shot 238,900 mile journey.   The excursion would endure three occupants a four-day journey before reaching their destination and exploratory adventure.   Sunday, July 20th 1969 discovering two of the three enriching their lives and the lives of all humanity,  descending to a never before explored  unoccupied realm to research  discoveries never before encountered.   Their objective fulfilled, ascending to join their compatriot,  a return  passage to earth to address a jubilant rewarding  public, the world welcoming a new dawning of mans exploration of the moon.

South Community Hospital

South Community Hospital

Her benediction was rapidly reaching fruition, the physical attributes displaying progress of the coming evolution.   The prodigious presence displayed among the populace was noteworthy by her appearance as the advanced condition was subject to impromptu exodus.  Gary’s wife Kaye, her nine months of pregnancy about to conclude having accorded a decision to join her husband by accomplishing a Saturday night entrance to the Pirates Cove.  At the piano bar presentation, Gary and Jerry paired with the incomparable Jan Lawhon were in the midst of performance when  Darlene Willis, Jerry’s wife approached remitting a communication to Gary at the piano,  ‘Kaye’s water just broke and her labor pains have started.   The musical group immediately proceeding to intermission, Gary conversing with the expectant mother questioning a program of conjectures.   Kaye concluding, because the labor malady had just begun and the band having only one set remaining she could wait for the conclusion of the music interlude.  Gary insisting that they leave for the hospital but Kaye suggesting that Jerry’s wife Darlene could transport her to South Community Hospital on SW 44th  giving her time to be admitted and Gary could follow immediately upon the conclusion of the remaining session.

Marlo & big brother Scott

Marlo & big brother Scott

Marlo & Great Grandma Sarah

Marlo & Great Grandma Sarah

Gary arriving at South Community Hospital meeting Darlene thanking her, soon discovering the maternity floor void of populous except for the white-clad nursing personnel at the nurses station and to his surprise discovering Kaye was in delivery. The vigilance  beginning,  time having no motion when seated in a waiting area of a hospital in the early hours of morning,  especially with an expectation of a new arrival.   The quiescence was finally breached with the gifted presentation of a daughter, Gary and Kaye proclaiming the bestowal of Marlo Cherise on July 27th, the world to acknowledge another new dawning.

Mom an daughter

Mom an daughter

A visiting Grandma Willson with Scott & Marlo

A visiting Grandma Willson with Scott & Marlo

It was deja vu or similar with the arrival of his daughter,  it seemed like turning the clock back, for the second time in his life experiencing the accountability as a newborn’s  father and once again finding his daily activities altered with new family responsibility.  With his wife’s  return to work he recalled his morning routine of the past with his son Scott,  the early morning wake-up call, rising to fashioning twelve bottles of formula from condensed milk and corn syrup in a sterilizer but times had changed.  The procedure no longer a necessity with the advent of similac, the days of home produced formula having gone the way of the horse & buggy.   Gary every thankful that his mother-in-law and Kaye’s Grandmother resided  but four doors down the street and that Great Grandma Sarah never hesitated to babysit when called upon.  With the new family addition, Kaye’s FAA position and Gary’s steadfast employment at the Pirates Cove, a meaningful ere’ of life’s purpose was experienced.

A Pie Car Destination…………#126 (the 60’s)

July 20, 2010
Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Circus

Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Circus

Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey circus having arrived in Oklahoma City with performances scheduled at the Fairground Arena,  Gary was not surprised at the array of circus participant and employees assessing the two mile journey from the Fairgrounds to indulge in the room accommodations and the  provisional refreshments  at the Holiday Inn’s Pirates Cove Club.   A conversation during an intermission by the pianist according an introduction to a long-established Ringling Brothers, Barnum and Bailey circus employee.  Charles was the rigging supervisor for the Flying Caceres,  an Argentine trapeze coterie that was performing with the circus’ Red Tour.  Gary  discovering there were two Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey circus groups traversed the country by train,  the Red Tour and the Blue Tour.  The musician finding Charles chronicle of circus life engrossing, Gary recalling the exploits of Toby Tyler from his childhood deliverance and mentioning to Charles his plans to attend a matinée performance with his young son Scott.   The circus artisan returning with a surprising invitation,  asking if father and son would like to join him for a behind the scene tour of circus life.   Gary without hesitation confirming his acceptance, Charles inscribing for them to meet him at the trains  Pie Car around  ten tomorrow morning.

The mile long circus train

The mile long circus train

Ten o’clock in the morning,  father and son finding themselves at the railroad siding adjoining the fairgrounds in search of what was designated as the Pie Car,  the appointed place of consignment to commence the tour.  Inquiring with who he presumed to be a circus employee,  Gary discovering the Pie Car was circus vernacular for dining car serving as the mobile kitchen and dining room for the performers and workers.  A staff of five  preparing meals around the clock averaging 1,000 – 1,500 meals per week  with  over 17 countries represented on the train the chefs finding recipes from each,  preparing a main line meal from a different country at least once a week.  Gary and his son  directed to Pie Cars  berth among the sixty car rail expedition that extended over a mile when traveling.  The two boarding, seating themselves,  striking the time, beginning to have doubts as to Charles circus allegory and then their fear was abated as Charles appeared.

Members of Clown Alley

Members of Clown Alley

The threesome entering the fairgrounds arena building,  beneath the seating in the catacombs the preparation for the afternoon matinée was commencing.   In the animal holding area Charles led them towards a row of elephants, their posterior side prevalent,  a worker slapping the pachyderms  voicing a undistinguishable  command so the three could walk between them.  Gary questioning about the command,  Charles nonchalantly discerning that most elephant commands were spoken in German and everyone including the performers could speak what was known as a circus dialect,  a blend of six languages, a time-tested means of  communication.   Six year old,  Scott was wide-eyed walking among the menagerie of well-disciplined animals and the ongoing bustle of activity, their guide asking if the six-year-old would like to sit on them, the boy sizing up the feat but declining.  Venturing into infamous clown alley,  in reality it was a capacious dressing room, the make-up creations were in progress and an overwhelming sense of celebration was experienced, a conversing dialect  of languages and excitement, Gary reasoning,  Clowns will be Clowns

The Flying Caceres

The Flying Caceres

Their circus guide introduced the two visitors to the rigging pulleys and nets, their host registering that he was not part of the assemble crew,  although he was well acquainted with the task having acquired years of experience in that position and that his responsiblity was to measure and ensure the proper tolerance and tension was applied to the rigging apparatus.   Gary concluding, there was a myriad  of dedication and concern,  to be a circus laborer or performer,  your entire existence orbited in your discipline as many of the performers were called upon for roles in other segments of the program.   The tour continuing, the guest observing a heighten sense  as the performers attention focused to detail readying their preparations for the afternoon matinée.   Charles finally announcing he would have to depart as it was time to ready his crew for the up coming performance,  directing Gary and Scott to a seating section beside the Circus Band, a corded off section  reserved for guest and dignitaries, the musician realizing that The Show Must Go On.

Equestrians And Celebrities………….#125 (the 60’s)

July 19, 2010

Dale Robertson with the Haymakers

The Haymakers are entrepreneurs in the salesmanship and bartering of quarter horses and thoroughbreds, an enterprise established and promoted by the celebrated Dale Robertson, a star of movies and the TV western series,  Tales Of  Wells Fargo.   Dales equestrian dynasty,  designated as the Haymakers,  was determined on his ranch in Yukon Oklahoma a rural Route 66 neighbor to Oklahoma City.  Annually the Haymakers would administer a sales of their prime registry legacy,  invitations  extended to select equestrians and acclaimed celebrities, Gary and Jan according the luminary status accommodating Dale Robertson and the assemblage converging on the Pirates Cove.  The musician wasn’t taken back when discovering Jan Lawhon was already acquainted with the movie and television star,  Gary knowing full well that her family was well established in Oklahoma City.   An introduction to Dale and his entourage was accorded,  but  the pianist more impressed with Dale’s older brother,  a more congenial person not surrounded by those of the populace seeking association with a celebrity.   Chet Robertson was the authority for the quarter horse and thoroughbred investments and ranch operations having also served as Presidents of the Oklahoma Quarter Horse and Oklahoma Horseman’s Associations.   Gary finding Dale’s brother’s conversation concerning his past most arresting especially when he found that Jan was an OU student.  Chet mentioning that he had graduating from Classen High in Oklahoma City and was offered a full scholarship to OU but accepted an athletic one from the University of Tennessee able to play in both the Sugar Bowl and Rose Bowl, but adding that after the war he finished college getting his degree from OU.   Chet relating some incidents involving his brothers career and his association with those from the west coast but  found his life in Oklahoma more rewarding.  Gary was surprised to find this rancher whose life was filled with the presence of celebrities still pursued many personal passing ambitions, his stories dwelling as boxing promoter was much more audacious and engaging.   The pianist could relate to the boxing conversation able to share the past recalling the names and places of Chet’s attendance and promotional experiences.

Chill Wills and the Haymakers

Chill Wills and the Haymakers

Gary and Jerry Willis stepping out of the club into the lobby both thought they recognized the tall large burly rugged looking person making his way to the Pirates Cove entrance.  The two hesitating with their recognition of the visitor but when he spoke there was  confirmation,  it was  Chill Wills.   The Keyboard initiator having acquainted several celebrities in the past and was hesitant to approach knowing that sometime they liked their solitary time,  but Chill Wills facial expression was the same familiar  one seen on the big screen an inviting pleasantry.  Gary having formed an opinion about cinema performers, putting more credence in  character actors than the marquee featured stars, liking character roles to that of  harmony in a musical score, both providing a sequel of provisional  landscape enabling the atmosphere for the  creativity.   The two musicians stopping Chill in the hall,  introducing themselves to a patient congenial Chill,  conferring that the two were members of the band, then relating a particular scene from one of his motion picture  and listening to his comments.   Gary asking if could he introduce Chill and if he would he address the audience with his famous ‘Francis  “The Talking Mule” voice.

  Returning the musicians halting their performance, Gary giving an introduction of Chill Wills,  the capacity audience welcoming the star with a  resounding applause.   The mountain of a man proceeding to the piano-bar and with microphone in hand,  confirming his famous ‘Francis  “The Talking Mule” voice.   Turning to Gary,  asking  if they knew   ‘Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime’.   Gary never having played it but that never stopped him before playing an intro,  Chill  holding the microphone to everyone’s amazement  journeyed  to voice a perfect impersonation of Dean Martin.   The capacity audience again resounded with accolades as the smiling  Chill Wills returned to his table.

Chet Robertson

Chet Robertson

Gary concluding that his introduction to Chet Robertson was more impressive than that of his cinema and television acclaimed brother and the applauded Chill Wills was found to be like his screen portrayals,  a bigger than life congenial man with a bigger than life congenital heart.

Proviso’s of Music……………..#124 (the 60’s)

July 16, 2010
A flowing invitiation

A flowing uncertai

The envisage of professional musician was apocryphal,  Gary observing two categories of proviso’s of music,  Performers  who have mastered the technique of instrumentation and assert the works of opportunity.   Expressionist, those who are receptive to interpretation,  reflecting a language of compassion,  emotion attesting its invitation.   Gary sometimes questioned his resolve, will an artist paint for the blind, will an author write for the apathetic,  will musician play for the deaf?   Some nights discovering an apparition of discontent,  but posturing  before the keyboard,  all disparity would absolve,  with the  embarkation of his musical presence,  an acknowledgement is conveyed with a testimonial to his chosen profession.

It was after 2:00 a.m. and Herb Carpenter the owner was departing the club,  Gary,  Julian Kersey and Leo Thompson remaining the three  ascertaining they would ensure the policing  of the door when exiting.  The three remained in conversation for thirty minutes,  Leo venturing behind the bar to decant each a bourbon selection, the attorney returning with the liquid inspiration in hand,  the discourse continuing without interruption.   The phone ring was noted  several times, the pianist hesitant in acknowledgment, the club being destined as closeted for the night.   Giving its continued call,  Gary finally responding, it was Bob the night desk clerk from the lobby on the line.   Bob’s statement was perplexing,  “there’s beer running down the hall and into the lobby”,   the musician immediate response was  “what?”.    Exiting the club, hurrying down the short distance to the lobby area, finding  Bob was correct in his assumption,  there was a foaming liquid retreating from beneath the club entrance door and  navigating down the hall to the lobby.
Re-entering the club and tracing the liquid path, Gary discovering the culprit.   Leo, when venturing behind the bar,  having removed his coat, placing the array on draw beer spigot.   The pulling weight of the coat turning on the tap,  the brew flowing down the apparel,  bypassing the drain.  Once finding the floor, the fragrant liquid flowed under the entrance door and down the hall to the lobby.   A question was raised on how much of the 15 gallon keg had been dispersed on it journey from the  club,  the answer remains in a state of uncertainty as was the disposition of Leo’s coat.

The latest - 8 track under dash

The latest – 8 track under dash

A new inversion for music,  the eight track tape player was now available and the musician deciding the advent of this latest music device an addition to his car.   A customer acquaintance at the Pirates Cove, a dealer in automotive accessories providing this new entertainment concept.  Gary having retained an eight track presentation of a new group, the Mystic Moods Orchestra, their brass and string selection having the sounds of nature in the background, thunder, rain, wind.  Gary enjoying the diversity of the Pirates Cove Clientele, it wasn’t unusual for road traveling tradesmen through the week to make gifts of their demo products, Gary always in hopes of meeting a new car salesman with a caravan of demo models.  Friday and Saturday night being prolific, the club at capacity with a diversified faction of well-educated Oklahoma couples, all their request answered, Jan  never surprising,  the ageless lyrics from the past, or a recent Dionne Warwick’s release composed by Andre Previn,  theme from The Valley of Dolls,  her repertoire and presentation satisfying a most appreciative audience.