CBGB Page #5

house, in my house

- What are we stopping for?

- Joey fell off the stage, John.

F***in' think I didn't f***in' notice?

F*** it.

I know a girl from

a lonely street

Cold as ice cream,

but still as sweet

Dry your eyes, Sunday girl

Hey, I saw your guy

with a different girl

Looks like he's in another world

Run and hide, Sunday girl

Hey, all you wannabes.

I'm f***in' Iggy Pop.

Let's play some real f***in' music.

- "I Wanna Be Your Dog. "

- F*** you, Iggy.

One, two, three, four!

So messed up I want you here

In my room I want you here

Now we're gonna

be face-to-face

And I'll lay right down

in my favorite place

And now I wanna be your dog

Now I wanna be your dog

And now I wanna be your dog

F*** the bogus claims.

I'm the pioneer of punk and stage dives.

I was the first.

The bands are not political,

but the disavowing of politics...

in and of itself, it is political.

I belong in the blank generation.

- And relevant.

- And timely.

John, Hilly is a modern-day salonist.

Like a drug I never did before.

No, no, no. I like that. it's true.

Yeah. Modern-day Mabel Dodge, right?

- Gertrude Stein.

- Yeah, yeah.

Picasso painted Gertrude Stein

sitting in her chair in her salon.

You should draw Hilly sitting

on his couch at CB's...

the grand curator of punk.

Mother always said you

have to listen to hear.

Fifty cents, please.

Thank you, Annie.

'Scuse me.

You're up first tomorrow, Annie.

Shirts, then Ramones, then Dictators.

Let's go by Arturo's.

- You scare them.

- Yeah. Probably.

This place is starting to happen.

It's still sh*t-ass music, you ask me.

It's not the Grand Ole Opry.

It's hard to get Conway

Twitty down to the Bowery.

One day.

Maybe me and the boys

will hang back till then.

Since I'm scaring the kids.

Let you grow this place into a, uh...

something.

Then when you're famous

and old Twitty shows up...

I'll be back, and I'm

bringing all my friends.

Mission on the house.

Don't forget we're right down the block.

Thanks, Leslie.

Nobody calls me that.

Except my grandma.

All right, boys. Let's get the hell

out of this punk-ass excuse for a bar.

You want a rematch, you

know where to find me.

Oh.

One more thing.

Clean those f***ing toilets.

They just... You can't...

It's the s...

They're disgusting.

Cool.

- F***in' cool.

- It's f***in'... f***in' cool.

Hilly.

Sire Records.

This is the contract.

Congratulations.

You pissed?

I'd be f***ing pissed.

You're always f***ing pissed.

Are you kidding me?

I'm proud of you guys.

Can't believe we got signed. We suck.

Now you gotta make a good record.

You think we're gonna be rock stars?

You already are.

All by myself

All by myself

All by myself

Not everybody else

I don't need no wedding hall

I just watch your rollerball

Forget your friends

and what they do

Got to get inside of you

All by myself

Happy birthday.

You're not gonna sing?

If you want to apologize, I accept.

If not, then shut up.

Yes, ma'am.

CBGB.

Ask your dad, what

time are we goin' on tonight?

Zeke wants to know what time

they're going on tonight.

- I don't know yet.

- Bastard won't tell me.

All right. I guess we're

just gonna hang out.

Yep.

See you tonight.

This is good for you.

"The Ramones are the

apotheosis of punk. "

Frank Rose again.

"They are an acknowledgment of the

failure of glitter. " That they are.

"Brevity is the soul of wit, and it is

right at the heart of the Ramones' music.

They could not be accused

of dragging out a number. "

We just gotta hope they

don't kill each other.

Call Leslie.

Number is on the wall.

Hilly Kristal? My understanding is

that there is a problem with the rent.

And when the rent doesn't get

paid, it comes to me to collect.

But you see, I'm forced to

double it to cover my overhead.

So now, we have a compounded problem.

- How many are there?

- Three.

- They packing?

- Yeah.

The rent check's on

its way, but I just...

if you could think about the doubling.

There's nothing

to think about, Mr. Kristal.

You guys thirsty?

Cut the sh*t. You have

a thriving business that

operates at full capacity

almost every night...

so let me explain something to you.

I'm not a very patient man.

So I suggest you give

me what I came here for.

- How you been, Leslie?

- I ain't been feeling too good.

Think I got a tapeworm.

- Mmm.

- Quit calling me that.

- You know who you're dealin' with?

- Get in the f***in' car.

- Don't dent my car.

- Let's go. Let's go!

- What was that?

- A shakedown.

New York style.

I don't understand.

You paid the rent, right?

Everything all right?

Why wouldn't it be?

I wrote a rent check last week.

- So it was a misunderstanding?

- I didn't send it.

What? Why not?

I forgot.

- Dad!

- What?

I am taking over the books

whether you like it or not.

Because if I don't, someone is

going to come here and kill you.

- Okay.

- Okay?

Yeah. Okay.

Hello there.

Kristal. This your truck?

You know it is.

I'm gonna have to write you up.

Why?

Did you read the sign?

You and I both know...

how long this truck has been

parked here... in this exact spot...

without getting a ticket.

New York is going bankrupt.

There's pressure to

bring in some revenue.

Well...

This car has been here all day.

Move the truck.

City's cracking down.

- You're not telling me the whole story.

- What's that supposed to mean?

Where does the cash go

at the end of the night?

After I count it?

- Stop it.

- What?

What happens to the cash

at the end of the night?

I put it in the freezer.

What?

- In my apartment.

- You got an apartment?

I can't sleep on a mattress when bands

are getting signed right and left.

I'm going to go through

all this paper...

and then we will know where we're at.

Terrific.

You go to the freezer

in your apartment...

and get the money, now.

Pay the rent, now, and take

the rest to the bank, now.

I don't know how this is gonna work

out with you ordering me around.

I don't know how it's

gonna work out if I don't.

I don't want to talk too much

I just want to get to you

I don't want to see you there

I just want to get you there

All by myself

All by myself

All by myself

Not everybody else

I don't need no wedding hall

I just watch your rollerball

Forget your friends

and what they do

Got to get inside of you

All by myself

Hilly!

Damn it, Hilly.

Oh! Sh*t!

Goddamn it!

Turn the water off. Water everywhere.

Jesus Christ.

You know, Bert, I've been thinking I

should start managing some of those bands.

And Jonathan sh*t in

the front room here.

The Dead Boys. Talking

Heads. The Shirts.

Punk isn't about decay. It's about the

apocalypse. it's about annihilation.

Nothing works, so let's

skip right to Armageddon.

If the world is ending, you might as well do

away with pretense and say what you think.

Uncensor sex.

And drugs.

The violence!

Just everything.

Decadence sounds great right now...

compared to what's

happening in the real world.

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