Somewhere around 1963 0r 1964, Gary Chalmers, Mike Hodgeman and I (and some other guys) had a band. It may have been the forerunner or after-runner of Gary & the GTO’s, or maybe even Gary & the GTO’s; I’m just not sure. Anyhow, one of us (probably Gary Chalmers) booked a month-long gig at a club named Cicero’s, located down around the Maryland State Penitentiary.
When we got there, most things seemed normal – the hours, songs requested, level of violence – everything was much like the other clubs we were used to playing. Before long, we began to notice that the guys looked a little different – tough in a different way than we were used to seeing. As the time there rolled on, we noticed two things, back to back. First of all, we noticed that the men’s room was spotless – absolutely the cleanest that any of us had ever seen at a bar. They’re usually beyond scummy; and the smell! Secondly, the reason for our first realization became clear. Besides us guys in the band, nobody else used the men’s room.
Right about that time, one of the regular patrons at Cicero’s (Marge- I’ll never forget her name) notices our perplexed attitudes and, taking pity on us, sat us down and explained a different set of the “Facts of Life” to us. Keep in mind, we barely had our driver’s licenses yet and were still in high-school!
The gig sure does mature one very quickly, doesn’t it?
Did anyone else out there ever play at Cicero’s? If so, leave a comment and tell us about it.