From “The Human Condition: A User’s Manual,” by Arnold Kunst
27 August
Back in the 60’s I was in a Kingston-Trio type folk trio – we called ourselves “The Troubadorus,” and we competed for Sonoma State University’s “Campus Talent ’65.” I played my guitar like a wooden Indian but had a pleasant tenor voice and did killer arrangements; the other guy had a croaky bass voice and couldn’t arrange himself out of a paper bag but whaled on a twelve-string; the girl couldn't hardly play her guitar and had a watery, nothing voice but was drop-dead gorgeous. In other words, we were nicely balanced. In addition we were color-coordinated: the other guy and I wore black shoes and socks, black slacks and matching two-tone green pin-striped shirts with button-down collars, and the girl wore black tights and shoes and a similar two-tone pin-striped dress – we LOOKED like The Real Thing which, I suppose, helped us come across like The Real Thing. Finally, as it happened we actually got a paid gig [our one and only] for the night just before the competition - provide 30 minutes’ entertainment on a Friday night for a Church Altar Society at a nearby motel for which we received the princely sum of $5.00 each plus a free dinner. We figured that worked out to about $.06 per hour. In other words we were right at the boil for the competition the very next night. Hey, would you believe, the next night we won first place!!
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