Good Vibrations Page #4

on that tape's a hit.

It's too early in the morning for this sh*t.

Where's my fags?

Have youse any fags?

Call yourselves punks?

- Have you any fags?

- I smoked 'em all on the bus.

Steer the ship while I'm away, Pugwash.

I still think you're bluffing.

Bluffing?

Does your ma still dress you?

Look, the thing is...

What d'you say your name was?

Feargal. Feargal Sharkey.

Feargal, the thing is, Good Vibrations

isn't really a proper label.

If we don't get a record out soon,

it'll be too late.

We're breaking up.

Oh, now don't lay that on me.

Look, all I wanted was to

open a record shop.

Yeah, but you put out Rudi.

- I know, but that was...

- And The Outcasts.

# I'm a little intellectual

Someone who knows it all

# I could be your summer special

You could be my New York doll

# My doll

# My doll #

Stop, stop, stop...

All I'm getting in here

is echo, echo, echo.

Hard going?

Never been in a proper studio

till two hours ago,

and now they're all Phil Spector.

So what do you think?

Are we just gonna cut

our losses here?

Cut our losses?

You didn't hear the

track before this one.

It's the best thing I ever recorded.

The best thing anyone in

this city ever recorded.

Stop staring at us like that.

You mad, one-eyed bastard.

Thank you all for answering the call.

Right, now, are you watching?

You line the record up

with the top edge like this.

Then fold along the

bottom line like this.

Then fold down here

and fold down here.

And there you have it.

Magic.

Again, here. Here.

Here. And here.

Right?

Now, let's get started.

I think you've enough in there.

Just in case.

Calm. You'll be grand.

I'm glad you think so.

They'll never have

met anyone like you.

I know I hadn't.

Still haven't.

- I just don't wanna give them

any excuse. - You won't.

Gotta get in to work.

Ruth was right.

It was only London.

And what's London

ever given us?

Apart from Ray Davies.

And Joe Meek.

And John Lydon.

And The Clash. And, er,

f***, Abbey Road.

Holy f***.

I know.

Amazing how far a bit of charm and

labyrinthine narcotics connections

will get a young man.

Have you had a lot of dealings

with the music people?

F***'s sake, Terri.

That's like asking a vet if he's

had his hand up a cow's arse.

Hey, something to help

you on your way?

Better not. Can't afford

to f*** this up.

You'll f*** it up if

you're too tense.

You need to go in there

like you mean it.

Good point.

- Where are the guns?

- Sorry?

- The guns, the bombs, the tanks.

- Tanks?

And the rage? I get told,

"Here's a punk band from Belfast. "

- Derry!

- I think, "Great.

"No more pissing around.

This is gonna be darkness.

"Proper darkness. "

And then I get this.

Nihilism.

If anything, sounds like they're

having too good a time.

- They're no oil paintings, are they?

- No.

Do they have any good-looking friends?

And we love it when bands

sing in regional accents.

But could they not pick

another region?

- It's sh*t.

- Sh*t?

- Yes, sh*t.

- It's not sh*t.

- Yes, it is.

- Isn't.

- Is!

- It's not!

- Is.

- No.

This... This, this is sh*t!

Cathy, get security up here now!

This, this here...

This one, this is sh*t!

And this! This one,

this really is f***ing sh*t!

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

Fascist pigs!

Nazi f***ing bastards!

Here.

- Take it.

- No, thank you.

Take it!

What is wrong with you people?

Is there not one person in this city who

recognises genius when it's handed to them?

It's just that all packages

have to be signed in.

Security.

It's a piece of vinyl.

New regulations.

Well, can you not just sign for it?

I'm afraid not.

I've come all the way over from Belfast,

and to tell you the truth,

I've f***ed up a bit today.

Sorry.

Please.

No.

Terri? Terri Hooley?

I don't believe it.

Me neither.

Is this man a friend of yours?

I was doing a story in Belfast at New Year

and, er, wandered into his record shop.

He had a 13th Floor Elevators album.

Easter Everywhere.

International Artists deleted it

after the year it was released.

I'd searched all over London for it.

What are you doing here?

So, yes, that's one from the

Temple City Kazoo Orchestra,

which I'm dedicating to anyone

with a dog or who is feeling down.

This is BBC Radio 1,

the John Peel Radio Show...

I can't listen to this.

It's only been four nights.

It's my fault.

I should have run up those stairs

and handed it over myself.

Would have been worth

being arrested.

Did it ever occur to you

I might be listening to that?

...get all of this stuff out of the

morning papers, incidentally.

Terri.

Terri!

You missed it.

Isn't that the best thing

you've ever heard?

It's so good I'm gonna do

something I've never done before.

# Are teenage dreams so hard to beat?

# Every time she walks

down the street

# Another girl in the

neighbourhood

# Wish she was mine,

she looks so good

# I wanna hold her,

wanna hold her tight

# Get teenage kicks right

through the night #

Hello? Dave!

I know, isn't it fantastic?

Twice in a row.

John f***ing Peel!

# I wanna hold you,

wanna hold you tight

# Get teenage kicks

right through the night

# Are teenage dreams

so hard to beat?

# Every time she walks

down the street

# Another girl in the

neighbourhood

# Wish she was mine,

she looks so good

# I wanna hold her,

wanna hold her tight

# Get teenage kicks right

through the night #

Terri, there's a fella on the phone

says he's from Sire Records in London.

Terri? The fella's hanging on here.

Tell him, if he wants to talk to me,

he can come over here and do it.

Seymour Stein was

knocked out by Kicks.

Kicks?

He turned to me straight away and said,

"I want that band. "

That's how he was with the Ramones...

"I want that band. "

Well, I tell you, Paul, you don't have

to sell Seymour Stein to me.

This is the man The Shangri-Las phoned

when they wanted to go back into the studio.

You know that all came to nothing.

But still, they called him.

The Shangri-Las!

Seymour!

I've got the band here.

- I'm passing you over to...

- Mickey.

Mickey.

How are you, Mr Stein?

Aye, Paul told us about the offer.

Well, tell you the truth,

we'd be looking at a bit more.

- What? How much more?

- A lot more.

Same as the Rich Kids got from EMI.

Rich Kids, EMI? You know

what I'm offering you...

Hey, we've come all the way

over here to make a deal...

- What are you talking about?

- ... and we want to make a deal.

Should you not be in

there advising us?

You boys should be advising me.

I thought for a moment back there

the whole thing was off.

Never seen him quite so angry.

Well, you got your band,

didn't you?

- What about you, Terri?

- What about me?

Well, you recorded Kicks.

It's on your label.

You've got the wrong

idea about me, Paul.

People who wouldn't piss on me when

I was hauling the record around London

have been calling me up,

offering me 20,000 for it.

Told them all to f*** off.

Twenty thousand?

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