I'm Not There. Page #5

He is just making a pile out of it!

I kinda liked getting

blasted out of my skin.

I think he's evil.

And we were his biggest fans.

# You've got a lot of nerve #

# To say you are my friend #

# When I was down #

# You just stood there grinning #

# You've got a lot of nerve #

# To say you got

a helping hand to lend #

# You just want to be #

# On the side that's winning #

It's not folk, it's not rock,

but a brand-new way

of telling it like it is.

And Jude Quinn is definitely what's happening.

Here he comes now.

Mr. Quinn! Mr. Quinn!

Have you got a word

for your fans?

Uh, astronaut.

# What a drag it is #

# To see you #

- Mr. Quinn!

- Mr. Quinn!

- Over here!

- Mr. Quinn!

- Yes?

- Look over here, Jude!

Thank you.

Why do you think you were booed

at your recent appearance

in New England?

Well, um, I f...

I figure there's

a little boo in all of us.

- Jude!

- Mr. Quinn, Mr. Quinn!

Is it true you no longer

sing protest songs?

Who said that?

I didn't say that.

I was just, uh... I read somewhere

that you no longer do the protesting.

Well, that's all I ever do is protest.

Do you have a message?

Do you?

I mean, are you trying

to accomplish anything?

Am I trying to accomplish anything?

Are you trying to change

the world or anything?

What am I trying to change

the word, did you say? Is...

You know, are you trying

to push your idealism to the people?

- No.

- Excuse me, Mr. Quinn.

Perhaps you could tell us...

Do you have a match?

...how many people who labor

in the same musical vineyards

in which you toil...

That's very pretty.

How many would you say

are protest singers today?

That is, people who protest

against the social state we live in?

Uh, how many?

Yes. Are there many?

Yeah, um...

I- I think there's about 136.

Mr. Quinn, Keenan Jones

from Culture Beat.

As someone symbolic of the protest

movement among young people,

some have questioned,

given your latest recordings,

whether or not you still care

about people as you once did.

Yeah, but, you know,

we all have our own definitions

of all those words.

"Care" and "people... "

Well, I think we all know

the definition of people.

Yeah.

Do we?

Well, is it your belief,

then, that folk music

has, perchance, failed to achieve

its goals with the Negro cause

or the cause of peace?

You know, saying "cause of peace"

is just like saying...

like a hunk of butter.

You know, I don't know

how you can listen to anybody

who wants you to believe

is dedicated to the hunk

and not the butter.

I'm not sure I follow.

You know, I didn't come

out of some cereal box.

There's... There's no one out there

who's ever going to be

converted by a song.

There's no Phil Ochs song

that's going to keep

a movement moving

nor the picket line picketing.

His songs are acts

of personal conscience,

like burning a draft card

or burning yourself.

Doesn't do a damn thing

except disassociate you

and your audience from

all the evils of the world.

I refuse to be

disassociated from that.

All these people, you know,

sitting around being offended

by their own meaninglessness.

What am I asking?

I'm asking for your

goddamn hotel security

to keep these a**holes out of the lobby.

What? What?

And you, sir, are one of the dumbest a**holes

and most stupid persons

I've ever spoken to

in my life, understand?

What?

Well, I certainly hope so.

Son of a b*tch English bastard.

Meaningless is right.

Do you think the average cat

who works eight hours a day

gives a tit what I do?

Anyway, it's not going

to keep me in heaven

or out of the fiery furnace, that's for sure.

Not gonna make me happy.

Let me see that.

Whoa, there she is again,

your little debutante.

No way, man.

Is that Andy's new bird?

Coco something?

Rivington.

Coco Rivington Rockefeller,

Mrs. Howell III.

She's queen of the underground,

and I don't mean tube.

She's got good style.

- I'd ball her.

- Be my guest.

I think she's even here in, uh, London.

She's here?

So you dated her, did you?

Never. That girl's trouble.

Will you invite her to the party?

Sure. I always invite trouble.

# I'm beginning to hear voices #

# And there's no one around #

# Well, I'm all used up #

# Yeah #

# And the fields

have turned brown #

Hold on a sec. There's someone at the door.

If it's that f***ing concierge again,

I swear to God...

Yeah, who is it?

They're going to have to come up

with some different numbers

if they want this to work.

No. Stu...

I'm not going to talk

about this all goddamn day.

"Puffing heavily on his cigarette,

he smokes 80 a day. "

Sinatra wants it.

God. I'm glad I'm not me.

Hey! I've got something to say to you.

- Whoa!

- Hey, f*** off!

- It's him I'm talkin' at.

- Yeah, I'm listenin', man.

- Traitor! You wanker!

- Listen, pal.

If you know what's good for you, you'll turn

right around and get the f*** out of here.

Come on. Hey!

Hurry up.

Jason! You got to get in here, man.

You better hurry.

- It's your boy I want.

- Put that knife down. You hear me?

- Hey, man.

- Jesus Christ.

Are you out of your f***in' mind?

What are you gonna do? Stab us all?

It's his fault! He's the one.

Stabbing truth in the eye.

I'm listening.

What's the truth, man?

Easy, easy, easy.

Now just put that down...

No! Walk away.

- Just relax.

- Hey, back up.

Either be groovy or leave, man.

- Is he okay?

- Yeah.

Everybody all right?

- Thanks for steppin' in.

- My pleasure.

Just like a woman.

# They sat together in the park #

# As the evening sky grew dark #

# She looked at him

and he felt a spark #

# Tingle to his bones #

# 'Twas then he felt alone #

# And wished that he'd gone straight #

# And watched out

for a simple twist of fate #

# They walked along

by the old canal #

# A little confused, I remember well #

Claire! Claire, honey,

you got to meet someone.

Hang on a second. Am I shitting you?

- Dirty son of a gun.

- Claire, this is Sidney Green.

A very bad old friend of mine.

Hello.

She's a doll. Actress.

Uh, no, a painter. She's unbelievable.

And Sid's a collector.

What do you paint, honey?

Oh, they're... They're abstracts,

- most of what I do.

- She's French?

Aw, for cryin' out loud.

Oh, oh. It's Mailer.

Norman Mailer?

Abstracts, huh?

# People tell me it's a sin #

# To know and feel too much within #

# I still believe she was my twin #

# But I lost the ring #

# She was born in the spring #

# But I was born too late #

# Blame it on a simple twist of fate #

Silence, experience shows,

is what terrifies people most.

If he said he'll be here, he'll be here.

It's just such a terribly important booking.

Keenan seldom interviews.

He's really more of

an opinion maker really,

on the telly, so, there's

apt to be no time at all.

Is there a handler?

Someone who looks after him?

I told you, he and John

and Paul and George...

Yes, but did he ever get back?

- Pardon me.

- What?

Do you know if Jude

Quinn is in attendance?

The country-western singer?

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