A Song Is Born Page #11

a sort of a shotgun wedding.

Say, what are you trying to pull?

Baby, you've been floating around

on a pink cloud.

I want you to take a good look

at your friend Frizzy,

then maybe you'll come back down

to Earth. Come on, let's go.

What's the set up?

Joe and Monte has got them in there.

This room over here is empty.

You wait here.

Hiya, boss.

Everything is under control.

Where'd you get all the people?

I thought there were only seven of them.

They wandered in.

Said they was musicians.

Yeah, I recognize them.

What are hepcats doing

in a place like this?

Louie grabbed them.

- They said they was here to play music.

Hello, Hobart.

How... How do you do?

Okay. Hold them here.

Come on in and take a look, baby.

Maybe you'll change your mind.

Well?

We'll be in the room across the hall.

Can we make a deal now, baby?

Sure we can, brother rat.

Adams is gonna get a guy to marry us.

Bring him in as soon as they get here.

Knock off that walking, Hobart.

You make me nervous.

Hobart, will you sit down?

- I beg your pardon.

- Sit down.

There now, all we have to do

is wait for the all-clear signal.

We'll dismiss the class

right after the ceremony.

Did you say "right after the ceremony?"

That's what the man said.

He said that.

You can hear, can't you?

Do you mean they're not married yet?

Why do you think

we're fooling around with these?

I don't know, why?

A little trouble with Honey's vocal chords.

She wouldn't say yes.

"Wouldn't say yes. "

Gentlemen, I've been wrong.

This visit is no longer a mystery.

Apparently it requires

those guns leveled on us

to force Miss Honey to marry Mr. Crow.

You mean to say...

Yes, I do.

That explains everything.

I knew it.

I believe she loves me.

She really loves me.

No question about it.

Hey! Hey!

She loves you, she loves you not.

So what?

Well, don't you see?

I couldn't possibly permit Miss Honey

to marry Mr. Crow

under these circumstances.

- Don't you agree, gentlemen?

- Absolutely.

Shut up!

Now sit down. All of you. Go on.

- Just a minute. We...

- Sit down!

Hobart.

Here you are, Tony.

He can't hear any, but he can marry you.

Hello. I'm the groom and that's the bride.

Get going.

I can't hear you.

- I said I'm the groom...

- Too loud.

I'm the groom and that's the bride.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

- Hello.

- And you, too, sir.

I presume you have a license?

Oh, yeah. Here it is.

I must have lost my glasses.

This is gonna be great.

Sure. The best part of it is, he's so

near-sighted, he can't recognize us.

I've got them right here.

They don't look so big now,

them big musical brains, huh?

Not to me, they don't.

You gentlemen think you're big

because you have firearms,

because you know how to load them

and pull the trigger.

It would be very interesting

to teach you the contrary,

- wouldn't it, gentlemen?

- Button it up, understand?

Beg your pardon, gentlemen,

we hate to bother you again.

- Well, what you say, Hamp?

- What you say, Satch?

- Bubbles.

- Excuse us, Professor.

We got some more questions.

Maybe you could help us answer.

The first question is, "How did music

secure a great military victory?"

We couldn't see what music had to do

with winning a battle.

What you all doing,

having a meeting here or something?

- What's going on?

- More like a wake, maybe.

- Excuse us.

- Never mind. Sit down.

We got a nice lodge seat for you

right in the front row.

Well, I got over here first.

Mister...

Just call me Joe.

Mr. Joe, do you know anything

about music?

It's not one of my best points.

I never went in for that kind of stuff,

at least not very much.

Yes, well there was a question

put to the assemblage a little while ago,

which I would like very much to answer.

You don't mind if we talk, do you?

Just keep it funny.

Your question was

about music winning a battle.

- We'd just as soon skip it.

- No, no, no. It's a very interesting subject.

I believe the correct answer

would be The Battle of Jericho

in which music played a vital part.

A very vital part.

That ain't funny, Professor.

Well, I'm hoping it will be

in just a moment.

Are you gentlemen familiar

with The Battle of Jericho?

Yes, sure.

- Would you mind singing

- a few phrases to musicians, please?

- Sure.

Now, I'd like you to pay particular

attention to the meaning of the words.

All right, gentlemen. Please.

The meaning of the words.

Well Joshua fit the battle around Jericho

Around Jericho

Around Jericho

Joshua fit the battle around Jericho

And the walls come tumbling down

God knows then

Joshua fit the battle around Jericho

Around Jericho

Around Jericho

Yes, Joshua fit the battle around Jericho

And the walls come tumbling down

Good morning, sister Mary

Good morning, brother John

I just want to stop and tell you

Just how I came along

You've heard about good old Joshua

Well, he was the son of none

And he never stopped his working

Well, untiI his work was done

Joshua fit the battle around Jericho

Around Jericho

Hey! Break it up.

We don't want any whispering.

Well, I believe we've gone far enough,

and we all understand

the answer to our problem.

- Don't we, gentlemen?

Yes, yes, indeed.

Now, go on, get to it.

What do you want to do?

Well, I...

We would like to try a little demonstration

of the effect of resonance

and reverberation.

- I don't know nothing about it.

- Well, we'll try and teach you.

- Go ahead, go ahead.

- Thank you.

Now, gentlemen,

suppose you play the piece

you were playing the other day,

as I came into the room.

- You mean, The AnviI Chorus?

- Yes, yes, yes, indeed.

- Wonderful, wonderful.

- Now, a...

- Can we play, too, Professor?

- By all means.

All of you please join in.

Now, our hope is,

in the words of Mr. Armstrong,

that this particular music

might send you out of this world.

- Yeah?

- Yeah. Would you sit down, please?

Yeah.

Perhaps you'll be

a little more comfortable right here.

All right, gentlemen. If we are all ready

now, I suggest that we proceed.

Ready.

- I chose the wrong piece.

You didn't send me at all.

- Me, neither.

- Yes. It was definitely the wrong piece.

I don't like that kind of stuff anyway.

I quite agree with you.

We must go the other way.

Isn't that true, gentlemen?

We must go the other way.

We must change our style.

- Can we help, Professor?

- That's an excellent idea, Mr. Dorsey.

Perhaps if we change our style to swing,

that'll help produce the desired result.

Hey, less talk and more music.

I'm sorry. I'd almost forgotten about you.

Just one more thing. As they are playing,

would you boys be prepared

to cut a rug for this gentleman?

- We dig it, Professor.

- We dig it, Professor.

Yes, indeed.

Now you're talking. That's more like it.

Yes, I thought it was pretty good myself.

What are you gentlemen going to play?

We'd like to try Flying Home.

- That's fine.

- Okay, Mel?

Flying Home.

That's better. That's fine.

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