Not Fade Away Page #5

Watch your language!

There's young children present!

Keep it going,

Mr. Drummer Man!

Compliments of the capitalist

pigs at Lackawanna Railroad.

Why shouldn't we have a little

patriotic taste of our own?

O, say can you dig it?

Magnesium! I've been horribly burned!

Do it again!

He's asleep, boys.

It's band business,

Mrs. Gaunt.

I'll go see.

Listen, man, you got to tell him

he's out of the band. I can't do it.

It was your idea!

This cat first taught me

the key of E, man!

- Wells!

- You'll be better at it!

Submitted for

your approval,

Douglas Damiano.

A shy, retiring sort, it turns

out he, of all those involved

has what it takes for

success in music.

He can plunge the knife

in his best friend's back.

Lento told me I had

absolutely

done the right thing in

taking over lead.

Fine.

We want to write originals and

your bag is those covers...

I said fine!

Pimply faced lead singer.

Chick voted Most Popular

in high school.

You're a f***ing cliche.

If you weren't

so f***ing jealous,

maybe you wouldn't have burnt

your scalp and ruined the show.

You cats don't understand

the concept of entertainment!

It's fine for Moon to

trash his drum set,

but me doing my juggling thing

is persona non grata?

Who the f*** even knew

you had a juggling thing?

Really? You're gonna

sit there and tell me

you never saw

me juggling

those Pepsi cans outside

the sub shop?

My scalp is fine, by the way.

Thanks for asking.

Wells is right.

You embarrass us.

- Corky Curto?

- What about him?

He got kicked out

of Dave Smith

for playing faster

triplets than Dave?

So?

Me and him been talking

about starting a band.

Yeah?

We jammed the other night,

got, like, three Butterfield

tunes down perfect.

I sounded almost exactly

like Mike Bloomfield.

You are a good guitar player.

F***!

My f***ing neck!

You f***ing...

You used the time

I swallowed that joint

to steal my

f***ing life, man!

What the deuce?

What the hell are

you doing? Jesus!

Hi.

I didn't even know

you were out here again.

I took the 33 bus.

Me with all those squares.

I see they got

the mirror fixed.

I had to take the car in.

I should have gone

away this summer,

instead of working

at that stupid gift shop.

Mom asked me

to come out.

For a family meeting.

How moderne.

They think they're so cagey,

but I overheard them talking.

Dad wants to

put me in jail.

Grandma Deitz's stag-handle

carving set is missing.

He's got it in his head

that I hooked it.

Joy.

He's gonna get the pigs

to grab me while I'm sleeping.

But I'm not gonna

be here. I'll be gone.

There goes that master plan

for Mr. Sherlock Deitz.

If you need somebody

to get you out in a hurry,

I'll do it.

Drive getaway?

They wouldn't have

you put in jail.

My copy of Sirens

of Titan is gone.

You haven't seen it,

have you?

Have you asked Kenny?

Kenny reads

Kurt Vonnegut?

He's a funny writer.

It doesn't matter anyway.

You saying you're gonna

help me escape?

It really touches me.

Everything's going

to be okay.

Hello?

Hi, Neil.

Can you hold on a minute?

What?

F***ers! It was a trap!

I got Bobby a new TV,

with the antenna

and everything.

- Yeah?

- One week, gone with the wind.

How do you want

your steak?

Burn it up.

Who could've taken his TV?

There's no mulignans

up in Cranston.

You're not supposed to

say those words anymore, Dad.

You never were,

but now even more so.

You should call them

"Afro-Americans."

What's so different now?

- Martin Luther King?

- Fine.

Fag, too. You shouldn't

call people that anymore.

- Now what?

- Come on.

Why not?

It's rude to homosexuals,

that's why.

The new term is "gay."

I bet she got some

finook as a teacher

over there at her

new school.

Uncle Johnny!

Please, Mrs. Damiano, let me.

No, no, hon. Go sit down.

I'm sure your mother

would be very upset

if you got a spot

on that beautiful Pucci dress.

That must've cost a pretty penny.

Huh, Jose?

Pasqual, how you been doing?

He's scheduled for

two weeks of treatment

at the Lahey Clinic in Boston,

that's how he's been doing.

Drop it on my

daughter's birthday.

I'm fine.

Douglas, how's the group?

Rock and roll, keeps

you young, right?

Not really, Aunt Josie.

It's an art form.

Does Dostoyevsky

keep you young?

Actually, I'm thinking of

moving to Los Angeles.

Why don't I just

slit my wrists?

Mind your own business,

Josephine!

Grace is gonna

transfer to UCLA.

But we wouldn't

be going together.

- A girlfriend of mine is

transferring, too. - Yeah.

Sorry, I forgot to say that.

Anyway, the band's messed up.

And I might take

a film course.

Going back to college? Good.

Giving college credits now

for making movies.

Laurel and Hardy

had a Ph.D.

Film and music are

the only two forms of art

that both take place within

the medium of elapsed time.

I'm trying to get

my customers

to pay their goddamn

bills on time.

I could give a crap

about movies and music.

People. It's my birthday.

No, no!

I can report you

to the house fellow

for having a man

in the dorm.

- Listen to this.

- What?

Oh, yeah. Orson.

He said,

"The camera is far more

"than a recording apparatus.

"It is a means by

which messages

"come to us from

the other world.

"This is the beginning

of magic."

See? He probably stole

that from Rod Serling.

Music has the

same attributes.

Especially since Hendrix

and you-name-it.

Plato,

he said,

"When the mode of

the music changes,

"the walls of the city shake."

I love you.

Do you believe in me?

Yes.

Here's salami.

Day off down at the job?

No. But it's

Ash Wednesday.

- I was going to go...

- Yeah. Yeah, right.

Your mother and Evy,

going to Lauderdale,

visit Aunt Lee.

I'll buy dinner.

We need to discuss

what happens

when you become

man of the family.

Okay.

Don't make a federal

drama out of it.

All fathers and sons

should have this conversation.

You're almost 21!

A haircut is too much

to ask, I'm sure,

but you show up at that restaurant

without a tie and a jacket,

you and me are going to tangle,

my friend.

I finally got Jerry Ragovoy

to listen to your demo.

How'd you arrange this?

It's been two years.

Good question.

I'm Joe Jerk-Off, right?

- No, I...

- Here's the important part.

I have a promise from Jerry

to try to set up an audition

for you guys in Manhattan

with an eye to signing you.

He wrote

'Time Is On My Side.'

I'm not sure we're ready.

I told that guy.

I told your pal on

the phone about this.

One simple question,

you see how uptight he got?

I think maybe

this is a setup.

A setup? For what?

I'm not sure yet.

I want to keep him talking

until he reveals himself.

F*** this.

Either we do the audition or I quit.

We haven't played

in four months.

Since Skip got mono.

And I think

I speak for Doug

when I say nobody's

holding any grudges.

You're the one who wants

to do this audition.

I'll do it this once.

But?

It has to say

"With special guest, Gene Gaunt."

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