| Music, music, and more music. Nothing has touched ,or should I say demanded 
      so much of my life as this thing has done. I didn't even get the chance 
      to think about what I wanted to be when I "grew up". There were 
      no options. My first paying "gig" happened when I was about ten 
      years old. 
       Still very vivid in my mind. I had a two, and half piece band. My best 
        friend, Ray White on guitar, and vocals, myself on harmonica and vocals. 
        Oh, yea', and my little brother Frank who held the cup. The street that 
        kept our world alive was full of bars, whores and gangs. This was the 
        Over The Rhine District of Cincinnati, Ohio. The street was Vine Street. 
         
        We discovered that money could be made by hanging out in front of the 
        bars at closing time. At this time the school districts were set up as 
        such by the powers that be, I found myself attending a basically all black 
        junior high school. It was rough at first, because racial tension was 
        building throughout Cincinnati during the 50's and 60's. There were times 
        when I was running for my life at the end of a school day, being chased 
        by some very angry people, but never caught before reaching the safe boundaries 
        of my "hood".  
      Not long after these events happened, I was asked by one of the most 
        popular black vocal groups ,(The Storms) of my old school if I could cover 
        for their second tenor who was sick. They had to compete in a school talent 
        show scheduled for the up coming Friday. After a few rehearsal nights 
        at the lead singers house, the blend was there. I think we did two songs 
        to win the school talent show, (both songs being by the Spaniels). After 
        this, I was never chased home again. I had found a new sound that I fit 
        into , sweet, smooth, soul harmony. Sad to say, due to the ever hot racial 
        tensions, we could never get black,or white to accept our mix. That was 
        that. 
      Discovering that there were other "white" guy's in my part 
        of town that loved soulful harmonies as much as I did, I began my search. 
        I only knew at this time,(fifteen years old) that I wanted to do nothing 
        else, but sing, and dance. Ray White was still with me, having to let 
        my little brother go, we retired his tin cup. Building off of Ray's sweet 
        guitar sound, and his  
        knowledge of vocal arrangements we began checking people out. Soon, we 
        had the five voices that we wanted. Bass singer, Joe Patterson,(my future 
        brother in law). Myself as baritone, and lead singer. Ray White guitar, 
        2nd tenor. Bobby Jackson, lead, and 1st tenor. Last, but never least, 
        J. T. Sears lead, and any other part we threw his way. J. T. (now deceased) 
        had the sweetest, soulful voice I had ever heard coming out of the Cincinnati 
        area. He is still missed. The group was called The Legends 
        and we were the kings of Washington Park. We were doing the dance steps, 
        coordinating to our songs and harmony long before the Temp's came along. 
        As groups go, people began moving in and out of the circle. Ray, Joe, 
        and myself were the main stay of the group.  
         
         Then 
        in 59, or 1960 we met two brothers from Winton Terrace, suburb of Cincy. 
        Gene and Glen Hughes were looking for a recording, and night club group. 
        We were talking good money now, and I liked that. No money in street singing, 
        but plenty to be made on the road. We tried a different variety of people, 
        but the group molded it's self into a hot club act, that could also sing. 
        The original Casino's was born. Group consisted of the following members-Gene 
        Hughes, Glen Hughes, Ray White, Pete Boulton, and me. The Casino's were 
        on fire in Cincinnati. We played the Cincinnati Gardens as warm up act 
        to the Dave Clark Five. We blew Dave and his boy's back to England, stealing 
        the show. There was no English invasion that night. We began doing shows 
        with people like Lonnie Mack, Billie Joe Royal ,Bo Diddley, etc. We were 
        outgrowing our hometown. Gene set up some road bookings, and we left. 
        It was on this road trip that I met two guy's  who 
        would change my musical world. We were booked into a club in Indianapolis 
        called The Rat Fink, double billed with some group doing their hit, (Alley-Oop, 
        I think). During one of our breaks, the bartender told me that two guys 
        had bought me a drink. The waitress pointed them out, and I joined them 
        at their table. We introduced our selves, and talked loudly over the crowd 
        noise. I was talking to Larry Dunlap, and Dave Dunn, two locals. They 
        were also patching up some problems in their group. They were pretty well 
        established in their town. They had been recording in Chi town, and also 
        doing some live T. V. dance shows. They invited me to check them out. 
        I did. I was really impressed at the tricky harmony parts they were doing, 
        and doing well. The tall skinny lead singer blew me away (Dave Dunn). 
        He had a strong, high falsetto voice, and what seemed to be unlimited 
        range. We talked some more afterwards, and I invited them back to the 
        club. The Casinos were having some problems of our own. The show was fine, 
        but there were trust issues, along with full commitment. to the project. 
        I knew that it was just a matter of time before Glen, and I would leave 
        if things didn't change. I kept thinking about the freshness, and the 
        energy that Larry, and Dave had presented the night before. It wasn't 
        long, when I gave my notice to the Casinos. They returned to Cincinnati, 
        and I stayed in Indy. I had no idea what was ahead of us, but did know 
        that it would be fresh, and new. I never looked back. The Casino's went 
        on to record "Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye". As for that little 
        unknown group in Indy called the Checkmates, you won't believe the journey. 
      A FATEFUL NEW YEARS EVE 
       
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