Rhapsody in Blue Page #6
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- 1945
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With a mustache,
very respectable,
Surrounded
by a large retinue.
Well, I'm afraid
I don't live up.
Doolee doodlee doo
There's no land
so grand as my land
From California
to Manhattan Isle
Like my music?
Very much, what
I've heard of it.
I wrote this in 1922. You
ought to know my later stuff.
How is it you don't?
Perhaps I've been
in Europe too long.
Oh, is your husband
in Paris?
No.
Excuse me.
They called you
Mrs. Gilbert.
I divorced Gilbert before
you wrote this tune-In 1921.
You see, I'm slightly
older than you are.
That's ideal.
I'll say "I love you"
Make me lose
those Yankee doodle blues
Um doo-doodle
Yankee doodle
That melody...
You dance very well.
Let's dance again tomorrow
afternoon, if you're not busy.
I'm sorry. I'm going to
see a show-an opening.
Do they open in the
afternoon in this town?
Why, certainly.
Are you
going alone?
No. I'm going
with some friends.
Oh. Where is this show?
At the Club Chouette.
It isn't sold out,
I hope.
Oh, almost
nothing's sold.
I'll see you there.
You won't be hard
to find in any crowd.
Madame de Breteuil.
Well, how do you do?
How are you?
Is there a theater
around here somewhere?
Theater?
No, Monsieur,
there's no theater.
There must
be some mistake.
Christine-that is, Mrs.
Gilbert-said something about a show.
Show?
Oh, an exhibit.
There it is.
How silly of me.
Merci.
I think his portrait
of William G.
Is an excellent representation
of cubistic form.
Of course, it's
purely experimental.
Oh, there she is.
Oui, Madame Gilbert, but
may I show you number 12?
Uh, pardon.
William G.?
Christine, do I show
any progress?
Unquestionably.
I like
the portrait best.
Poor old William.
You have caught
his sense of humor.
Yes. He was a most
agreeable model.
Carl, you know I-
Why, Mr. Gershwin,
you're here.
Christine, my dear,
where are your paintings,
Your beautiful
landscapes?
I saw them here
only last week.
In the back room
with their faces to the wall.
I should never have let Pierre
hang them. I'm not ready yet.
Imagine,
a modest American!
You didn't tell me
you were a painter.
You didn't ask me.
Monsieur Ravel,
Monsieur Gershwin.
Ravel.
Won't you join us,
please?
Your Bolero.
Monsieur Ravel, how much
I'd like to study with you.
If you study with me, you will
only write second-rate Ravel
Instead of
first-rate Gershwin.
Pardon. There's so much I'd like
to say to this brilliant American.
Certainly.
You won't object if I just sit
quietly and watch the leaves?
Certainly.
Tell me, how did you get the
inspiration for your rhythm?
Thank you.
You're not peeved
about last night?
Honestly, I forgot
all about you.
I assure you, I didn't mind at all.
I wanted you
to meet Ravel.
More particularly, I
wanted Ravel to meet you.
You take me for some
kind of curiosity.
That's stimulating,
George.
Your interest in me is
the same, you know.
Whatever I do or say,
you think is exotic.
I've never thought
of myself as exotic.
Takes a long time
to know you, Christine.
We met two weeks ago.
I've learned a lot
since then,
But not about you.
Don't try, George.
Let me help you
while I can.
Thank you.
Christine,
I've got to tell you,
When something's inside me,
it has to come out.
Not one word
about love.
We can talk about painting,
coffee, history, society,
Times Square, the Champs
Elysees, whatever you like,
But not love.
You don't feel
anything at all?
I'm not worried yet
about what I feel.
It's you who must learn
to keep your feelings,
As you loosely call them, in control.
It's harder
Than learning orchestration, George...
And far more
important.
I've tried to think
about my concerto.
I've been meaning
to take lessons
In composition and theory
and orchestration,
But what happens? You got
me in touch with Ravel.
He introduced me to
Honegger and Milhaud.
They like
to hear my songs,
And if I talk
about studying,
There's still
Stravinsky.
Come in.
Good morning,
George.
Good morning.
What's this?
For you.
For me?
His name's Tinker.
Tinker, eh?
Hello, Tinker. You're
a handsome little bloke.
Oh, I wouldn't do
that to you, fellow.
It was selfish of me to stick
to my painting last night.
I'm beginning
to understand
That painting for you
is like music for me.
If that were true, I'd be the
happiest woman in the world.
I know the real thing
when I see it,
But I can't put it
on canvas.
Maybe that's because
you're too critical.
Why don't you
let yourself go?
That, too, is easier
for you than for me.
I think you're doing
yourself an injustice.
Uh...
Oh.
I don't know much
about painting-not yet.
Who told you
what to buy?
I just took what
hit me right.
Do you want to see
the rest of them?
Yes, I'd like to.
They were sent up
While I was at the theater last night.
When I get back home,
I'll hang a few of them on
I might even take a crack
at painting some myself.
Do you think
it would relax me
When my stomach nerves
get wound up too tight?
The night
I met you,
They told me you were
America personified.
Well, I suppose I am.
Over here, I feel more American
than I do when I'm at home.
You think that whatever
you want to do, you can.
You just take everything for granted.
If you have time to look
at paintings in Paris,
You take along a few
samples, just like that-
Whatever
hits you right.
That's the American way.
But, Christine,
you're American, too.
Why not come back?
Maybe that's what's
wrong with your work-
You've been away
too long.
Let me show you
New York
The way
you showed me Paris.
Chris, you'll come
to New York?
Would serve you
right if I did.
I lost all my money
on the Dempsey-Tunney fight.
Liquor and parties are
my only escape these days.
From what?
Myself.
Try roller-skating.
Oh, Max.
Ed, you're slipping. You'd
better have another drink.
It's almost time now.
I can hardly wait!
Don't think I'm calm.
Neither is Ira.
He's lost all restraint.
He's been rhyming whiskey
with gin all night.
Take it easy, Ira. You're
under contract with me now.
Let's take a peek
out of the window.
Why aren't you
glowing, Oscar?
I refuse to glow for any prodigal
Why don't you
play something?
I haven't
eaten anything.
Come on, Oscar,
play something.
What would you
like to hear?
How about
Somebody Loves Me?
There's a taxi.
It's George!
Get ready, everybody!
George is coming.
Hurry, Oscar,
he's coming.
I may as well sit here
while I can.
George will soon
take over.
Shh. Keep quiet. I'm going
to put out the lights.
Shh!
George!
Welcome home!
Julie!
Max, you old scoundrel,
you hatched all this up.
Ira, Lee, I want you all
to meet Christine Gilbert.
Good evening.
How do you do?
Good evening.
Uh... Mrs. Gilbert has
been in Europe for years.
Yes,
of course.
George insisted
that I come.
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