Part IV concluded with me having that twinge mi my chest while I was doing my job as chief cashier at Karamursel AFB. Thinking that it was just a minor muscle twitch, I tried to walk around. Wow! All of a sudden, I was short winded after taking just a few steps. Fortunately, the infirmary was just next door, so I limped over there to see a doctor.
It turned out that my right lung collapsed about 75% in those few seconds. I had been smoking, but that wasn’t the cause. It turned out later the blame was with the Marfan Syndrome that I was later diagnosed with many years later. Unable to correct this malfunction at Karamursel, they put me on a stretcher and flew me to Istanbul, where I would meet a larger aircraft that would take me to Wiesbaden, Germany, where a larger military facility existed. It was a three day trip through Athens, Greece, then Tripoli, North Africa and finally to Germany. A tube was inserted in my chest there and I was kept there several days so my lung could re-expand. I would spend a total of about two weeks there before being flown back to my home station in Turkey. At that time, the medical people still had no idea why my lung had collapsed.
Meanwhile, back in Turkey, orders were issued for our transfer back to the United States. Since I wasn’t there, Air Force personnel assisted Ann in making arrangement for our furniture to be shipped back to the USA. So, when I walked in the door of the apartment, Ann says, guess what?? Of course during the time I was gone, we had no communication between us. No phones, cell or otherwise. So, three days later, we left Turkey for good, spending a weekend in Frankfort, Germany, then making the final trip home in a civilian TWA Boeing 707.
We arrived here at Goodfellow AFB on December 20, 1961. The next day we purchased a brand new house and decided that San Angelo would be our final home.
After reporting in to my duty assignment, and getting settled into our new home, I turned to the next order of business; finding music work. I put an ad in the newspaper that I was an available sax player, adept at any genre of music. I promptly got a call from guitarist Sid Holmes, who along with a bass player Lewis Elliot, were re-organizing the Cavaliers, a band that had broken up several months previously. They liked my credentials so we became a three-piece band We got booked into a small club, “The Blue Rail”.
We played all instrumentals as we lacked a vocalist then, mostly western and rock-a-billy hits. We finally found an airman on base that wanted to sing. We auditioned him at the club. Lewis, the bass player, and I, didn’t think he could sing worth a flip, but Sid, the leader, over-ruled us and hired him. His voice was high and raspy, but with us backing him up, he sounded good for the rock and roll music of that era. His name was J. Frank Wilson.
Word got around about us, and were packing them into the tiny little club. J. Frank was getting better. I was only with the band for about four months, leaving when Sid Holmes and I had a few differences. But it was a fun period playing that type of music. Sid Holmes wrote the book, “Rockabilly Heaven”, the story of the Cavaliers, and on page 95 he gave me a nice write-up with my photo, saying that I was “San Angelo’s best kept secret”. In 1964 the Cavaliers, along with J. Frank Wilson, recorded the song, “Last Kiss”. One of the greatest hits of that time. But that was J. Frank’s only big recording. He died several years ago in a nursing home in south Texas.
The Cavaliers and I were inducted into the Rockabilly Hall of Fame in 2004.
In April of 1962, I joined the Leonard King Orchestra. Now it was back to the dance music that I was more accustomed to, the old big band style. We played country clubs, officers clubs, etc., with our ballroom style of music. I also was back to doing vocals along being the front man with my sax.
San Angelo was called the Wool Capital of the World back then. Sheep production was one of the main industries here. The annual Miss Wool of America Pageant was held here at our coliseum. Our band furnished the music at that event for a couple of years. There were always special guests and we backed up the likes of Peter Nero among others. The pageant finally went on national television after a few years. A larger band from Dallas was booked to replace us. Upon arrival from Dallas, they needed a good sax player. Guess who they called upon. You got it. I was one of their sax players for the TV production.
But before that, on June 4 of 1962, we were playing for a dance in the ballroom of the Cactus Hotel. During the second intermission, I took a smoke break. After sitting back down with the other saxes to begin the third set, I felt that familiar pain in my chest. I thought, “Oh sh*t, not again!” I said to myself, “Zeller, you had one too many cigarettes.” It was my left lung this time, collapsed nearly 90%. I went into denial, and managed to play three more songs before I admitted it was for real. Without going into details, I will say that I managed to drive home. There, Ann called the air base and an ambulance was sent for me. I never smoked another cigarette after that evening.
I was flown to Wilford Hall U.S. Air Force Hospital in San Antonio. There I spent three months recuperating and having tests done to see what was causing the spontaneous pneumothorax’s, the medical term or my collapsed lungs. In the end, as before mentioned, I was diagnosed with Marfan Syndrome and given a medical discarge from the military. I was told by the medical staff that I would eventually get emphysema. I proved them wrong on that, but my dreams of a full time professional music career were ended. After I healed, I resumed playing with the Leonard King band. I continued just being satisfied playing with bands and musicians locally, so to be near medical help if needed.
I do believe that by continuing with my saxophone playing it was good
therapy for my lungs. During the 60s, I also played with the Billy Aylor Orchestra, Johnny Dutton Western band, Alton Baird and the Moonlighters, and a few other local bands as needed. Randy Dorman, the great jazz guitarist with Kenny Rogers, started his career in San Angelo and I was honored to play with him during one engagement.
One funny anecdote. Al Ricci, John McMillan, musican friends, got booked to play for a dance following a dinner/play in Wichita Falls, Texas on New Year’s Eve. We were being paid 175.00 each to play from 10:00 until midnight. The dinner and play ran late and we didn’t get started until about 11:45. We played for the fifteen minutes, collected our money and drove home. I was riding with Al in his pickup. Al wore a toupee, and during the drive he opened up his window, the toupee blew off and fortunately landed in the bed of the pickup with his string bass. We got a good laugh out of that.
All of these years Ann had been working for the local Coca-Cola Bottling Company. In 1968 she was asked to transfer to the Las Cruces, New Mexico plant to re-organize the office operation there. Our four years there will be the subject of Part VI coming next week.
The book, “Rockabilly Heaven” is published by Ft. Phantom Lake Publishing, 6204 S. Freeway, Ft. Worth, TX 76134. It is also available from the author Sid Holmes at email@example.com. It is the untold story of the Cavaliers from 1956 -1964. West Texas music in the 50s and 60s.
My own book, “Birds, Beasts and Buttes” is still available from my Blurb publisher. Click on the link on right side of this page or e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
To read Parts I thru IV, click Categories, then select Music Career on right side of page.