CBGB
Right now. Right now.
Right now it's time to kick
out the jams, motherfuckers!
- Come on, man. Take
this horrible sh*t off.
What the hell? I'm listening to that.
- When Mom comes home,
she'll make me shut it off.
Well, I'm doing her a favor then.
Dude, you know what? This
is really making me crazy.
-
- Then leave.
What? I just got here.
What are you doing, by the way?
I'm starting a magazine.
Like... Like 19 instead of 16?
Or 21. Or... Oh, no, no, wait.
We should totally go younger... 13.
- Get in on the newbie chicks.
- No.
It's a magazine for f***-up kids.
Like kids who have parties when their
parents are away and destroy the house.
Cool. I can be, like,
the editor or something.
No. I'm the editor and the illustrator.
- Well, what does that leave me?
- You're just a punk.
I am just a punk.
"Punk. "
- That's a great title.
- Yeah. And that was my idea.
- Dude, I thought of that idea.
- What? No, you didn't.
- I just said, "That's a great title. "
- Who gave you the idea for "Punk"?
Who said it was a great title?
Heard of a van that's
loaded with weapons
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of some grave
sites out by the highway
A place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire
off in the distance
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone,
lived in a ghetto
I've lived all over this town
This ain't no party
This ain't no disco
This ain't no fooling around
This ain't no Mudd Club or CBGB
I ain't got time for that now
Heard about Houston?
Heard about Detroit?
I said Chatterbox
I said you squawk a lot
Come on, give me some lip
Yeah, Chatterbox
I call you up
Don't give me no line
I'm comin' in your home
On the chatter line
- Hillel, where are you?
- Hillel!
Kidnapped? Bertha, no
one kidnaps from the poor.
- What?
- Hilly's missing.
Get your truck.
How did he get here?
He must have walked.
Three miles?
- It's two and a half.
- That is not normal.
Hillel Kristal, you currently
reside at 21 East 2nd Street?
And what is your marital
status, Mr. Kristal?
My wife and I are split.
- Separated or divorced?
- Divorced, yeah.
- Children?
- Two.
And this is your second
failed attempt to run a bar.
A club.
Divorced and two bankruptcies.
Perhaps you should try something else.
I'm sick of the parties
I'm sick of the ravers
I'm sick of the dogs
and my noisy neighbors
I'm sick of the subways
and I'm sick of the crowds
I'm sick of hot water
always runnin' out
I'm sick of the crap I
gotta take in this town
If I didn't love it, I swear
I'd burn it to the ground
I'm sick of the tourists
I'm sick of their stares
I'm sick of all the girls
who ain't showin' their wares
I'm sick of the queens
and I'm sick of the whores
I'm sick of bad plumbing
and those backed-up sewers
I'm sick of the crap I
gotta take in this town
I'm sick
If I didn't love it, I swear
I'd burn it to the ground
You know, I'm sick
If I didn't love it, I swear
I'd burn it to the ground
I'm sick of the crap I
gotta take in this town
I'm really sick
If I didn't love it
Do you play?
Used to.
Me too.
Mother required it.
Hilly Kristal.
They call me Idaho.
- Why's that?
- I like potatoes.
Buy you a drink?
All right. All right. Big shot.
The Palace Bar.
I like the irony.
- What'll you have?
- Whiskey.
Brandy and Fresca.
No Fresca.
Soda.
Anyone play music in here?
No.
Nobody would complain about
the noise this far downtown.
They'd complain, but
no one would listen.
Think what a coat of paint could do.
Or a bulldozer.
I wanna buy this bar.
Got any money?
Look around, Hillel. You know
that I'm not made of money.
Mmm.
This rugelach looks
amazing, Mrs. Kristal.
Ah, you're such a good
boy, Merv. Take some more.
Mmm.
Merv, are you gonna be
working with Hillel...
on the new club?
Only if he pays me.
He'll pay you.
Am I correct, Hillel?
All the boys, they're
putting me down
I know what they say
when I ain't around
He can't make it
He'll have to stake it
Can't play with broken strings, Idaho.
One-way street
Yes, I'm talking
about what street now?
One-way street
Thanks, Hilly.
Hilly's on the Bowery.
Very nice. Another promising
investment opportunity for your mother.
This way to the kitchen.
And lose that phony accent, Merv.
Two more blasts of ketchup.
- How many is that so far?
- Uh, 15.
It's a train wreck.
- What a surprise.
- Nice to see you too.
- I'm droppin' out of school, Dad.
- Well, you shouldn't.
- Well, I can't afford it.
- So that's my fault?
Yeah.
I need a place to crash, just for a couple
of nights until I get things back on track.
- You leave that boyfriend yet?
- You consider getting a real job yet?
Come on, operator
Let me roll it on my line
You know what I
need to ease the pain
In my mind
A hundred-dollar smile
Well, it's a start.
We have a stage.
Now we need an income.
I was thinking 50-cent beers and topless
waitresses like that joint down on...
Look, the music will do it all for us.
You start playing that
disco sh*t, I'm gone.
Country and blues.
In New York City?
This club's gonna be different.
- Country and blues?
- Country, bluegrass, blues.
- I should've never left my other job.
- That place was a shithole.
This place is a shithole.
Idaho, come on.
I'm lookin' up.
It's the only bar in the
city with Fresca on tap.
Yeah, but that sh*t will kill you.
Uh, hello.
We hear you have a stage.
We have a band.
The perfect band to
perform on your stage.
What kind of music do you play?
Uh, new music.
Uh, what does CBGB stand for?
Country, Bluegrass, Blues.
They play a little of that.
A little rock, a little country,
a little bluegrass, a little blues.
Hey, didn't you use to
manage the Village Vanguard?
Hundred years ago.
One moment.
Terry Ork. I manage the band Television.
Oh.
Uh, you just met the guitar
players, Richard and Tom, outside.
It's a win-win.
CBGB gets new customers buying drinks,
and we get to play for an audience.
They any good?
They are raw...
and they-they're primitive.
- They are going to be huge.
- I bet they stink.
But maybe if they perform...
they'll get better.
All right. You've got some vision, man.
- Only original music.
- You got it.
Ah! That way, you get to
avoid paying ASCAP fees.
It's a philosophy.
You might want to consider
an exterminator, just to...
You got a good sound engineer?
You're talking to a man
who sang at Radio City.
Oh, my and a boo-hoo
Hilly Kristal.
My hands are dirty, okay?
What's your name?
Taxi. Look, I'm not
much of a dog person.
But you're mechanical. Are you musical?
Yeah, I played in a band
once. My guitar was stolen.
I have a position in my club.
Are you paying?
Yeah.
Oh, my and a boo-hoo
Hey, what... I don't know... Uh...
This is Taxi...
my sound engineer.
Hey, man, you're gonna want to crank it.
You play too loud...
I'm walkin' out.
Hey, whenever you're ready.
You know I
I jump outta bed
I pull down the shade
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