Jolson Sings Again Page #7

I'm afraid it is.

The sound quality of those old recordings

would be pretty bad today.

So I'd have to sing them all over again?

I guess you'd have to.

Just like I sang them back on Broadway...

where your picture is gonna show

how I used to knock them dead.

- I happen to think you can.

- Oh, brother!

I know I'm better

than I was in Duluth 20 years ago.

All that has happened since,

not hitting very well on one cylinder...

and sing four keys lower.

- Nobody would have known that last night.

- Because that was Sonny Boy.

- Why not anything else?

- Anything else, pal?

Those Mammies, those Rock-A-Byes,

you've got to give out.

- You think you couldn't do that?

- Think I couldn't do it?

- Have you tried?

- No, he hasn't.

Then why don't you?

Why not come in to the studio

and make a recording or two?

When could you do that?

- What do I say to this madman?

- That you are free almost anytime.

- What is the matter?

- Butterflies.

Like opening night on Broadway. Come on.

Let's have playback, voice and orchestra.

Let me out of here.

I'd rather spend a year in solitary.

How can a man sing

with the orchestra in Honolulu?

You looked great. Now we'll hear it.

- Maybe we ought to skip the whole thing.

- We'll see.

- I think you are going to like it.

- Ready.

One, two, three, four.

Yesterday, I heard a lover sigh

Goodbye, oh me, oh my

Seven times he got aboard his train

And seven times he hurried back

to kiss his love again, and tell her

Toot, Toot, Tootsie, goodbye

Toot, Toot, Tootsie, don't cry

The choo-choo train

that takes me away from you

No words can tell how sad it makes me

Kiss me, Tootie, and then

Do it over again

Watch for the mail, I'll never fail

If you don't get a letter

then you'll know I'm in jail

Don't cry, Tootie, don't cry

Goodbye, Tootsie, goodbye

What's all the mystery?

What are we gonna see?

- I told you, a little experiment, that's all.

- What's it got to do with me?

That's what we're gonna find out.

Okay, Bill. Let's go.

One, two, three, four.

Yesterday, I heard a lover sigh

Goodbye, oh me, oh my

Seven times he got aboard his train

And seven times he hurried back

to kiss his love again, and tell her

Toot, Toot, Tootsie, goodbye

What's going on here? Who is that?

The choo-choo train that takes me

- That's the recording I made.

- Of course it is.

Who's the guy there?

Kiss me, Tootie, and then

do it over again

Watch for the mail, I'll never fail

If you don't get a letter

then you'll know I'm in jail

Don't cry, Tootie, don't cry

Goodbye, Tootsie, goodbye!

Wonderful. Who was that?

Meet a young fellow named Larry Parks.

Let's agree on one thing at the start, boys.

I don't think anybody cares

about the facts of my life...

about dates and places.

I'll give you a mess of them,

you juggle them any way you like.

What matters is the singing a man did,

and the difference that made.

The thing to tell is a kid

who ran away from home when he was 15...

'cause he was crazy to sing.

Never stopped once through years of show

business, singing thousands of songs.

A guy who ate, drank,

and slept nothing else.

And when you get to Julie Benson,

that's important.

'Cause then you find out

it's really the story of a wrong guy...

who only cared about being a big hit,

and always leading the parade.

He thought he was crazy about her,

and when she walked out...

Though, if you ask him today,

when she left, it was just his pride...

that was kicked around,

'cause in those days...

he really couldn't think of anything

but himself.

He had to get tossed on the shelf,

and take a beating...

before he began to learn there might be

something else in the world.

I'm scared of this picture.

If it ever went over,

I might get wound up like the old Jolson.

- I'd like to call the whole thing off.

- You would?

But my wife won't let me.

- Well, where are we?

- Still at the beginning.

I guess the place to start would be

back in Washington when I was a kid...

singing with my father in the synagogue.

But what I was really interested in

was the burlesque house...

a few blocks down the street.

California, here I come

Right back where I started from

Where bowers of flowers

bloom in the spring

Each morning at dawning

birdies sing at everything

You made me love you

I didn't wanna do it

You made me want to

And all the time you knew it

I guess you always knew it

You made me happy sometimes

Oh, you made me glad

But there were times, baby

you dog

You made me cry for

I didn't wanna tell you

I want some love that's true

You know I do, indeed, I do, yes, I do

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme what I cry for

You know you got the kind of kisses

that I'd die for

You know you made me love you

- Good evening, Mr. Bryant.

- Hello.

You better hurry,

you've got about five minutes, sir.

- What's that you keep taking all the time?

- Just something for my nerves.

- Anything wrong with you?

- No, I feel fine.

What are you stalling around for?

Come on, we'll be late.

The weather holds fair for the slalom...

but then the snow begins to fly again.

Jack Frost holds wintry court high

in a magic wonderland of whirling white.

The contestants, like the weather,

run both hot and cold...

and in all directions, from pole to pole.

But despite the heavy falls,

some collegians average...

almost a mile a minute.

- Can I help you?

- No, thanks.

What's the matter?

- I just can't take it in there.

- You're not going to see the picture?

I'll watch from back here.

I may be in later. You go on in.

- You look a little groggy to me.

- You're crazy. Go back in.

Rosie, you are my posie

You are my heart's bouquet

Come out here in the moonlight

There's something sweet, love

I'm gonna sing about my baby

Your honey, your boy, I'm waiting

Those ruby, those lips to greet

Don't be so aggravating

My blushing Rosie

My posie sweet

He's all right. The kid's great.

Me singing, you know.

Mammy

my little Mammy

I'd walk a million miles

For one of your smiles

My Mammy

Mammy

My little Mammy

The sun shines east, the sun shines west

I know where the sun shines best

It's on my Mammy

I'm talkin' about nobody else's

My little Mammy

My heartstrings are tangled around

Alabammy

Mammy, Mammy, I'm comin'

I hope I didn't make you wait

Mammy, Mammy, I'm comin'

I hope I'm not late

Mammy, look at me! Don't you know me?

I'm your little baby

I'd walk a million miles

for one of your smiles

my Mammy

Swanee, how I love you, how I love you

My dear old Swanee

The folks up north will see me no more

When I get to that Swanee shore

He shall die

He shall die

He shall die

For I'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion

if I catch him bending tonight

California, here I come

Right back where I started from

Where bowers of flowers

bloom in the spring

Each morning at dawning

birdies sing at everything

Are you all right, Mr. Jolson?

Just a little tired.

Maybe you'd like to come back

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