When I returned from the military, my Mom asked me to manage the Gladiators. It was because I always listened to what my mother said that I started to manage the band, and not some selfish reason or desire to be in charge. If Mom said it, I did it. She always managed our affairs to keep us safe. My Mom was the classic Mom. She kept an eye on everything we did. When we played the “Whitey’s-Devil’s Den” on Banks, Mom spoke to the Club owner and inquired what took place the nights we played. The Club owner told her what he thought of me, so I started booking and continued to direct and arrange the music. Some of the things I did was buy sound equipment, a van for transportation and use my apartment to rehearse. Before the seventies, equipment was small. I could remember doing a gig with one Sears Silvertone amplifier for everything including the microphone, keyboard, bass and Silvertone lead guitar. Also, by the time I returned, the band didn’t have a horn section.
Times were changing and rhythm sections were becoming popular. Music was ever evolving and now we would require a large Public Address System. We were one of the first to buy a JBL system with eighteen inch woofers with horns, tweeters and mid range speakers. This was because we had my brother—Michael—who studies electronics. I delegated authority to members of the family. I looked at what each member did well and gave them an assignment. David was good with the microphone, so I made him the spokes person. Later, when Peter would join the band, I worked with him on the band account. Everyone was good at something. To improve our vocals, I hired vocalist. The female vocalist was a good addition to the band for the sound I was trying to develop. I wanted a group sound. In the sixties and seventies self contained groups were not the norm. One of the first groups that sang and played the instrument at the same time was the Beatles. The group from England took America by storm.
It was a long hot summer and we weren’t gigging often, so I came up with an idea for a festival at Lee’s Gap. In Little Farms