Jace’s Place Chapter 3 Part 2

Mary had come in during all this fag talk with a couple of friends. One  lovely I remembered was the girl I kissed at Sorrento’s. Robby noticed them and yelled,”Hey Mary, any of your friends ready to service Tim?”
“Asshole,” Mary spit back.
“Is that her name?”
“Shut up.” The two new girls were giggling. The night picked up.
I leaned over to Jace who was bending down to unplug, “Hey, watch me pick up these girls.”
We walked over. I smiled and got a big smile and a smaller one from the girl I hadn’t kissed

“You girls wanna sing with Mary on backup vocals?”
“We sing every weekend with her at Church “Tim 233
“My, church going girls.” Jace remarked.
“Not afraid of putting on some uplifting outfit and getting down with the band. What’s your name, sugar?” I said to the girl who liked me.
“I’m Flo, and she’s Edi.”
“Well, you get with Mary and decide which songs y’all can sing together. We’ll play some hymns to make you more relaxed.”
I turned to Jace. We played ‘Amazing Grace’ really slow.


Mary came over and said they wanted to do the ‘doo run run’ song. I told the guys. We jumped back to the 50s.


The three of them sang like angels. It felt like Ray Charles and his Rayettes.

“Okay. You’re now the Jacettes, but this show is at a frat house. We’re playing metal. We want you to come and work with Mary. Just enjoy the show. That’s really the best thing you can do for us. We’re planning a holiday party for Michael’s friend where we’ll do all dance music. That’s when you gotta be ready to step up.”

They jumped up and down, with Mary joining in. Funny how in their go-go boots, they made the smallest, littlest jumps.
“So we’re getting done here. Maybe if you smile real nice for Michael’s dad, he may take us out for pizza.”
I ran over to Michael, asking if his dad wanted to get pizza.
“He said to order in.”
“But they won’t deliver beer.”
“I think that’s the point.”
“Well, see those two girls with Mary. They want to be backup singers, too. He may change his mind. See if he wants to come too. “
“That’s sick.”
“You might just learn something about the charm you’ll need at Jenna’s party. He may have moves of his own.”

As hoped for, we went for pizza and beer. The girls were relaxed. We stayed cool. I was thinking Jace may have moves of his own. At the restaurant, I sat between Mary and Flo. Jace was between Flo and Edi. Also crammed in the booth were Michael, his dad, and Hippie Greg. Their half of the booth was not nearly as crowded as ours.
I asked about their church, families, and friends. Flo whispered in my ear, “You’re not wearing underwear?” Her hand was right where my comfortable dick lay.
Michael piped up, “No fair having secrets in this band. What did you whisper?” to Flo.
She looked at me for approval, so I just giggled.
“I told him I know he’s not wearing any underwear.”
“Okay, ready to go,” Mr Antonio started to get up.
Michael pulled him back, “It’s okay, Dad. That’s better than what he usually wears.”
Mike’s dad sunk back into the booth. The pizza arrived and mas cervezas.

Mary came up at Nutrition and quizzed Jace and me on her friends’ girlfriend potential.
“I like that they’re Latinas. Chicas bonitas.” I answered
“I dunno what to say to them.” Jace as always was honest.
They passed the audition and were there for rehearsal. Edi proved a bit much for Jace, but he seemed to enjoy her chattering away to him. It could be Spanish for all he cared.
My Latina, I called Forward Flo, was amenable to my wiles. She wanted to know all about Tina. When I told her how virginal she was at fourteen, Flo liked I could respect a girl’s wishes.
Later that night, Jace and I sat in the window Tim 434 and laughed about chasing girls together. He asked, so I told him how it had been with Scott and me chasing girls. He told me he wanted me there for his first time with a girl.
“You mean a three-way?”
“Yeah, or a four-way; That’d be best.”
So I broke my ‘kiss and tell rule’ and told Jace about the Ann sisters in North Carolina.
“Four-way is best, but let’s just go for it. I won’t do it unless you’re there, Tim” He was really sincere. Then he asked, “Have you ever had an orgy?”
I punched him and said, “Of course. That’s what everybody gets on their sixteenth birthday?”
Now, I had confused him. He wasn’t sixteen until March.

The frat gig was on Friday night. Hippie Greg used his mom’s station wagon to move the equipment over to the University.  It took two trips to get all the amps and drums there, where it all was locked in a storage area. We scoped-out the performance space. It was bigger than Pete’s house, but not by much. There was no stage but six-inch risers were at the front of the room. With barely enough room for all the equipment, it meant we wouldn’t be able to move.We agreed to put the two drum kits and amps on the risers, with the backup vocals to the left and Hippie Greg on the right side; the microphone was on the same level as the crowd. We thought we could keep this space clear if we moved around a lot. We left for our Sorrento’s pizza and beer fix, getting back around eight o’clock. The frat boys were set up to collect admission fees from non-members, at $10 a head, including beer. I told Dave and Jazz to keep an eye on the door and try to get a running total of how much they collected. We pulled the equipment out of the storage room and set up. We did a sound check, playing Bowie’s Space Oddity:


‘Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom (Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six)
Commencing countdown, engines on (Five, Four, Three)
Check ignition and may God’s love be with you (Two, One, Liftoff)….
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you “Here am I floating round my tin can’

Songwriters: DAVID BOWIE
© T.R.O. INC.


I repeated the ‘Can you hear..” until everyone was in synch. I tuned Hippie Greg’s bass and gave him a pep talk.
“You don’t need to worry. If you screw up, just dampen your strings while I do the rhythm part. You can come in when you’re ready.”
“I don’t want everyone to know that I fucked up.”
“No one will know. Everyone will be listening to Jace. Keep a straight face and pretend you’re still playing. I’ll key you to come in.” I also turned his amp down so low you barely heard it. A work in progress.

We gathered in the storage area. I looked at everybody. We planned to do Glitter rock first. We looked like science nerds in black ties and suits. You couldn’t tell we were all bare-footed. We planned to take off the jackets and shirts as soon as it got hot on stage. Iggy was the exception. He insisted he be in full makeup, no shirt, and tight jeans. He was excited to be the provocateur of our show. Where were Wilkie and Jill? I planned this elaborate sendoff to end the show. What if they didn’t come. What the fuck, the show goes on. The drummers, bass, and back up vocalists took their places. Jace started with the guitar intro. Tim 352  I hid behind Robby and softly started singing:
“Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom (Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six)
Commencing countdown, engines on (Five, Four, Three)
Check ignition and may God’s love be with you (Two, One, Liftoff):”

I jumped out front with Jace, walking back and forth as I sang. I ripped my shirt off  at the line about ‘the shirt you wear…. Tell my wife I love her very much.’ Jace chimed with “She knows.” He ended sitting on the riser, singing the last stanza, “Here am I floating round my tin can….”
The crowd had jammed into the room, trying to see us in behind the crew. I was happy to see that David and Jill were in the crowd.
Next we did’ Telegram Sam’

“Telegram Sam
He’s my main man…”

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Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., SPIRIT MUSIC GROUP

Jace and I sang ‘You’re my main man’ to each other.

Then we jumped into Mott the Hopple’s ‘All the Young Dudes.’

I started walking back and forth, yelling out lyrics and calling out the glitter boys. Michael started the drums to Gary Glitter’s Rock n Roll part 2, Jace did his guitar intro, and I came in a couple of bars later: “Rock n roll, hey. Rock n Roll, hey..”



© Universal Music Publishing Group

“Hey, Miami. We are rock n roll. Anybody wanna hear heavy metal?”
Jace started ‘Paranoid.’

People were pushing to get up front. I got my head bobbing to the throbbing beat, pushing back the crowd by grabbing the mic stand and swinging it as I sang. Half the room was filled with kids going crazy. The other half was where everyone else hid. We jumped into Deep Purple’s ‘Smoke on the Water,’ which slowed things down.



Looking out as I played rhythm, I saw Wilkie and Jill. At the end of the song, I waved them to come up and stand with the backup vocalists. They had big grins that told me they liked the show. We did Jimmy Page’s ‘Dazed and Confused’ with its long guitar solo.



(Writer(s): James Patrick, Jake Holmes Copyright: Flames Of Albion Music Inc., MCA Music Publishing A.D.O. Universal)

Hippie Greg always got lost on this long song, so I had to play the rhythm and sing. I screamed out the lyrics, while Jace kept stringing out his leads. Next we did Zeppelin’s ‘Stairway to Heaven, with the girls vamping it up on their backups.



I put my guitar down, stood by Jace, and we ripped into ‘Whole Lotta Love: ‘I’m gonna give you my love, I’m gonna give you my love, Wanna Whole Lotta Love, Wanna Whole Lotta Love, Wanna Whole Lotta Love, Wanna Whole Lotta Love.”

Writer(s): Robert Plant, John Bonham, Gene Pitney, John Paul Jones, James Patrick

Copyright: Unichappell Music Inc., Flames Of Albion Music Inc.


Jace was cranking it, while I sang, leaning back to back to him. At the end, we went back to the Yardbirds’ ‘I am A Man,’ I’m a man, I spell M A N, man..’ staring right at Jace.

Ellas McDaniel (1955)
(c) Arc Music Corp. (BMI)


Jace ripped the leads as I strutted back and forth with the mic stand keeping our space intact. I looked right at Iggy and gave him a nod. He started yelling, “American rock. Play American rock.”
I egged him on, “This is an English show, you dumb cracker.”
He pushed forward, while yelling that we sucked. He would show us real rock n roll. When he got to the front of the crowd, he tried to grab the mic, but I pushed him away. He lunged at me and I fell back, while he grabbed the mic from me. He yelled into the mic, “Now yer gonna hear real rock n roll.” He turned to the drummers and Hippie Greg and yelled “Search and Destroy.’
Turning back to the crowd, he yelled, “One,two,three,four.”


‘I am a world’s forgotten boy; The one who searches and destroys….. And honey I’m the world’s forgotten boy The one who’s searchin’, searchin’ to destroy, Forgotten boy, forgotten boy, Forgotten boy said hey forgotten boy’

Writer(s): Iggy Pop, James Osterberg, James Williamson, James Robert Williamson
Copyright: Strait James Music, Bug Music, James Osterberg Music


People were cheering. A lot were jeering. A big frat boy tried to take the mic from Iggy, and when they were wrestling I grabbed it from the floor, yelling, “Okay, Alpha Sig, you rock. We’re gonna take a break and be back after some beer. Who wants to gimme a beer?”
The frat boy was wailing on Iggy. We all jumped in and pulled the jock off, so Iggy could escape. That ended his singing career, at least for the night.
I thanked the jock and ran over to Jill and Wilkie.
“How’dcha like them apples?”
“What just happened. First I thought you were getting beat up by that greaser, then he was getting beat up, and finally you saved your tormentor from your savior.”
“Yeah, all’s in a night’s work.”
“Pretty violent,” Jill remarked, which was my cue.
“”Okay, we’ll do love songs to calm everyone.” I looked at David, “How about singing a song with us.”
“Not happening, mate. I do not know a single song.”
“I bet you’re wrong.”
“I bet I’m a wanker at singing.”
“If we start a song that you know and I motion to you, will you come up and sing with me?”
“I’m not singing some stupid nursery rhyme.”
“Purely rock.”
“So what song is it?”
“It’ll be purely English. If I tell you, it won’t be a surprise. It will be our last song. If you do a good job, you may get an encore. I got the best song for you two. So Jill, stay close to him tonight.”
She blinked. I thought I saw a tear at my last remark.

The crowd had settled down. The big jock said he’d be our bouncer and was standing right in front. I told him I was going to ask a couple to come up and sing with us at the end. I pointed out Wilkie and Jill.

I jumped back in front as everyone in the band took their places.
“Okay. We settled that little dispute. All English. All the time. So, how about you all try dancin’ to the Stones.”
Jace cranked his amp to max power. I howled the lyrics:

“I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain
But it’s all right now, in fact, it’s a gas
But it’s all right, I’m jumping Jack flash
It’s a gas, gas, gas…”

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Lyrics © ABKCO Music Inc.

When I finished, I yelled out, “Where’s that guy that who looks like Iggy Pop?”
Iggy was still licking his wounds.
“Well, this songs for you, As we ripped into ‘Street Fighting Man.”

“How about we cool it down with a few love songs,” and we played the Stones’ ‘Angie.’


Next, more Stones with ‘Honky Tonk Women,’

‘Start me Up,’


“Let’s spend the Night Together,” which I sang directly to Jace.

and “You Can’t Always get What You Want.’


The room was alive as everyone was moving and grooving. I motioned to Wilkie and Jill to come up. Our bouncer friend let them through .
“Quiet,” I yelled. When the din lowered some, I spoke out. “I’ve been hanging round the university for a while. I’m not smart enough for college, but I have made some friends. This show, with one interruption, has been all English. My Scot friend David Wilkie, star of the swimming team, is going off to London tomorrow, so as a send-off, we’re all going to sing the one song all Brits know.”


Michael and Robby both did drum rolls, Jace cranked the chords slowly. Wilkie gave me the meanest look but then smiled, and in pretty, high tenor voice sang, “God save our gracious Queen, Long live our noble Queen, God save the Queen: Send her victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us…..God save the Queen.” Once he started singing, half the people in the room sang along. There was a sustained cheer at the end.
“You want more?’ I asked to a big roar. I turned to David, “You’re not done yet. Here’s your song for Jill. I turned around and mouthed Beatles to everyone and pulled Jill up in front of the microphone. David and I waited for Jace to do his intro and then sang to Jill, “‘(Love, love, love)

(Love, love, love)
(Love, love, love)
There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done
Nothing you can sing that can’t be sung……
Love is all you need.”
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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Leave it to the Beatles to get everyone singing. The whole room was singing to Jill. Jace saw I was about to cry and ran over to me as I sang, adding his own licks which he played right at my crotch, which was so weird, I stopped needing to cry. When the song ended Wilkie and Jill hugged. I joined in and got a kiss from Jill and a stiff upper lip from David.
I turned my attention back to the crowd. “How about a proper Brit sendoff for Wilkie? One, two, three, four:

“I’ve paid my dues, time after time…
We are the champions my friends
And we’ll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
‘Cause we are the champions

Of the world”

Songwriter: Freddy Mercury
Copyright: Queen Music Limited

We were done. The crowd decided to pick up Wilkie and Jill, carrying them over their heads around the room. Jace came over and put his arm around my shoulder. Tim 254 We were thoroughly soaked. Our shirts were in tatters, with all the buttons ripped off. I thanked him for stopping me from crying. He called me a sentimental fool. I gave him the goofy grin, which he mirrored back.

Dave, Jazz and John were breaking down the equipment. Michael and Robby were arguing about something. Once the crowd surfing by David and Jill was done, a bunch of girls surrounded us, with their boyfriends looking uncomfortable. The girls were asking leading questions about girlfriends. I told them Jace was going out with Edi one of the vocalists and I had a girlfriend in New York. Then Jace announced, “Yeah, we have girlfriends and all, but Tim’s my main squeeze.”
“You’re gay?”
“Gay and straight. What’s that called?”
One of the boyfriends piped up, “Degenerates.”
“Yup, that’s us. I even sleep with my dog.”
“Can’t help it that they all loves me,” Jace proclaimed.
Most of the girls (with boyfriends) left. A couple said we were cute and they didn’t care if we were degenerates. Mary, Flo, & Edi came up, looking like they wanted to leave. I looked over to where Hippie Greg was sitting and told the girls I’d catch up.
“What’s wrong, Hippie?” I asked.
“I screwed up so many times tonight. You want me to quit the band?”
“What? I didn’t notice any screw ups.”
“Half the time I wasn’t playing.”
“Well, you did a good job then. Nobody knew. Your job is to look cool and help out the guitars.”Tim 101
“You guys don’t need any help. It was rockin’ tonight.”
“Now you want to quit?”
“I expect to be fired.”
“The only one who thinks you can’t play is Mr. Antonio, and he has no say in the matter. Buck up, buckaroo. Let’s get pizza.”
He gave me the goofy smile. Tim 385 Since we covered so many Stones songs, maybe we can have a logo like the sticky lips, but instead, the goofy grin. We found Dave, asking him what he thought the door took in. He said he counted 250 people who paid. Then I went and found the frat guy who we dealt with setting up. He said he’d already paid the guy who got us the gig – $200.
“But what about the door?” I asked. “We figure you took in $2000. We’re to get a cut of that.”
“That’s not our agreement. It was a flat $200..”
“Look this is going to play out one of two ways. You either give us $500 as a 25% share of the door, or, see that guy over there (pointing at Mr. Antonio). He’s our Italian lawyer. You will not like what it will cost you if you have to deal with him. You might want to consider what kind of party you can have when there’s no liquor or anything else the Italians control in Miami.”
He gave Mr. Antonio an intense scrutiny. Then reached into the door receipts and counted out $500.
“Thank you. Good doing business with you,” and I left.
Michael’s dad cornered me, asking why the frat boy was giving him the evil eye.
“Oh, I just needed a little backup in case they wanted to stiff us with the door.”
He smiled. We went for pizza. At the table, he handed everyone forty bucks as their share of the frat fee. I then gave him $500 as a first payment on the equipment he had paid for. I thought his eyes were going to pop out.
“Tim, I was the backup, but I’m not into extortion.”
“That’s just 25% of the door. He wanted to stiff us for it.”
“How did you know what the door receipts were?
“Dave was counting how many people paid to get in.”
“Who taught you how to be a tough negotiator?”
“This band is all I really have going for myself. Same for everybody but Michael. Also, my cousin Joey lived in Manhattan. Everything has a price there.”
He gave me a big smile, just not a goofy grin, “Well, it’s Christmas. I’ll take $250 and the rest of you get fifty each.”
Michael asked, “Has Mr. Lombardi agreed to a party for Jenna?”
“It’s set for the Tuesday, New Year’s Eve.”
Michael was beaming. rublan 05 His dad looked a tad nervous about setting up his teenage son with his friend’s fourteen year old daughter. What could happen?

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