Eventually I want to get to a girl friend I lived with in the 70s named Jill. When we split up she moved in with a friend of mine named Chas. Chas is the subject of this story. I wish I had a photo of him.
Chas was a drummer in a band whose pianist, Greg Hardin, ran Magic Masters Pro Audio. They built my band’s PA and did sound for all the great outdoor events of the time.
Magic Masters had a recording studio in their basement. This is where my band bought a keg, threw a party and recorded three live songs that appeared on a flexi-disc insert of Carrie Lindsay’s magazine “Noisy Paper”.
My band had an old refrigerated beer truck we called Zsa Zsa we parked out back. From my back porch in
Jill and Chas lived in a beautiful old mansion on the same
Our band was always looking for a singer and, for a minute there, Chas wanted to try. I’m not sure why we didn’t pursue that but he soon changed his mind and decided he wanted to be our promoter.
I was seeing Danny’s old girl friend Josie at the time. One night Josie and I were hanging out at my south side apartment when Chas showed up. He was very taken with Josie. He had booked several interviews at
Chas grew up there and we had plenty of friends to stay with. I must have done ten interviews a various college stations over the course of a week. I recently found a box of receipts for several record stores that sold our discs on consignment. I wonder if any ever sold.
I’m not a talented enough writer to describe what a sweet guy Chas was. The last time I saw him he was running his Dalmatian in
Photos of Jill, me playing a pre-punk VFW Post 555, and our first single.