A Mighty Wind Page #5

Terry and I worship

an unconventional deity.

The power of another dimension.

Now, you're not going to read about this

dimension in a book, or in a magazine...

...or in a newspaper...

...because it doesn't exist anywhere...

...except in my own mind.

Through our ceremonies and our rituals...

...we have witnessed firsthand...

...the awesome

and vibratory power of color.

We experience it as alive...

...and constantly shaping

our experience.

And we believe that

this saturated energy...

...is the basis of all creation.

We are WINC. W-I-N-C.

Witches In Nature's Colors. WINC.

The word "witch " may be a problem for

some of you. It has silly connotations.

No, we do not ride around

on broomsticks and wear pointy hat--

Well, we don't ride on broomsticks.

This is not an occult science.

This is not one of those crazy systems...

...of divination and astrology.

That's hooey...

...and you gotta have a screw loose

to go in for it.

Our beliefs are fairly commonplace

and simple to understand.

Humankind is simply materialized color...

...operating on the 49th vibration.

You'd make that conclusion...

...walking down the street

or going to the store.

I know this is a lot of pressure

for you to be under.

And I don't want you to feel you have

to push yourself too far. Okay?

This is a one-day-at-a-time kind of thing.

Don't think you have to achieve anything

right away.

Very important to back off the pressure.

Okay?

There's a deception here.

The audience...

...they're expecting to see a man

who no longer exists.

Well, you know, that may be true.

It might indeed be true.

But I think what you have--

-Oh, baby.

-Oh, baby.

Can I--?

Loco man

Watching all the fish swim away

He no work

He just sleep and play

Sitting here on the sand

Talking about the loco man.

Sunny land

Coconut coming down all the time

Milk, she sweeter than honey wine

Sitting here on the sand

Sun breaks over the sprits'l yard

Jib sheets hauling to leeward hard

Crosstrees humming a morning hymn

-I'm the cabin boy, call me Jim

-His name's Jim

Fare away, fare away

Under main top sail

To the furbelow of the wily whale

Hold on. One second, please.

I got an idea. Very literate reference.

Are you familiar with a book about

a pirate captain, his name is Moby Dick?

He was chasing some big whale.

He had a catch phrase he'd always

yell out, "There she blows!"

If you could do that, we'd have someone

off-stage drench the group with water.

And you could look at the camera

and say, "Hey, wha' happened?"

And every time,

another thing of water...

And by the end you're all soaked,

even the ladies...

At the end of the song you turn the

guitars over and water splashes out.

Kerplunk!

It's just a thought.

Oh, when the veil of dreams has lifted

And the fairy tales have all been told

There's a kiss at the end of the rainbow

More precious than a pot of gold

My sweet, my dear, my darling

You're so far away from me

Though an ocean of tears divides us

Let the bridge of our love span the sea

There's a kiss at the end of the rainbow

More precious than a pot of gold

We're pleased to have

the folk people here tomorrow.

It's not something we usually do.

This is more of a classical venue.

But it'll be a lot of fun.

It's like having a carnival

come to town.

I'm the events liaison.

People here call me "King Larry"

or "Your Majesty"...

...because I do everything

that needs to be done.

I've been up into the highest catwalk

changing light bulbs.

I've been in the basement

changing the rat traps.

I'm also a singer.

I'm not a professional,

but I do like to sing in church...

...and, you know,

places like juvenile halls.

But this...

This is the best place to sing in

New York and possibly the world.

The acoustics are just perfect.

-Did I miss it?

-No. It's about a mile.

-I'm not sure if I'm going north or south.

-Where is it again?

The guy said Midtown.

He said you can't miss it.

-It has chrome on the front of the hotel.

-You wanna hang a left.

-I'm gonna make a left.

-Try again.

-Do you have a map?

-I have a map, but not in the car.

Were you planning to study it later

academically, or...?

-Is it on the way?

-Look, guys, I'll get us here.

Nobody's busting your chops. Yet.

-It's just a question of time.

-Pull over and let me drive.

I don't want you to.

I don't know where I am.

We're excited to be involved

with this project.

It will be a challenge for me

because I'm not a fan of folk music.

-Me too!

-I could care less about it.

But that doesn't matter

in the business of public relations...

...which is what we do.

It matters what you think. And it

matters what we can make you think.

What we can sell to you.

And a product you'll love to buy.

That's the way we look at this concert.

And if we can't do that, we fake it.

That's also part of public relations.

We're professionals here, you see.

We get ideas that help sell.

We work together very well.

It's almost as like we have one brain...

...that we share between us.

It's like I'll have an idea, it will

just be a teeny, tiny little spark...

...and then it will get to Wally

and he'll make it a fire.

I don't know about you,

but I'm predicting a lot of exciting...

...amazing things

that happen to the groups.

Like big, like, not just big,

but big-time stuff.

Ladies and gentlemen, as deputy mayor,

it gives me no greater pleasure...

...than to officially declare tomorrow...

...Saturday, June 22...

...Folk Music Day in the Big Apple.

Thank you.

Thank you very much, Your Honor,

or Your deputy Honor.

I have two questions.

One, is New York City ready to hear...

...a rebirth of some of the finest

folk music ever created in this city?

Yes, I think so!

And my second question is, where's

the real mayor? Wha' happened?

Someone shot the mayor,

they did not shoot the deputy.

The DA's office called. They can't find

any witnesses, so he's in the clear.

Let me say a few words

about The New Main Street Singers.

One of the founding members has passed

away, but he's with us tonight anyway!

George Menschell! Come on up here

and say something, George.

How are you? You wanna say something?

Come on, say something!

Thank you sincerely, Your Honor...

...which reminds me, I was at

a swingers party and a guy said to me:

"I'd like to meet your wife."

I said, "Your honor!"

To paraphrase an old joke:

Knock, knock. Who's there?

It's The New Main Street Singers!

Thank you so much.

-Thank you. You can take this.

-Okay.

-Thank you very much.

-Thank you.

Don't forget to buy the CDs.

Seeing these long lines of fans...

...who want nothing more than

to have you sign an autograph...

...it's like it's 1968...

...or '67, or '66.

The good years.

It's so wonderful to see the people...

...that have enjoyed your music

all these years.

And there's so many of them.

And they just want to shake your hand

and say:

"We dig what you do."

And then there's the kids.

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