The Music Never Stopped Page #2

Yeah.

Uh, unfortunately, there's not

enough for everyone tonight.

Th-that's okay. We were...

Mr. Sawyer, we were just saying

that we were hungry for our own dinners

that our own Mrs. Sawyers

were gonna cook for us.

It'll just be a second, Dad.

We'll be finished in a sec.

I'll be upstairs.

About summer

It's about summer

All the neighborhood cats and dogs...

Hello.

Yes.

Get along in the summer...

Are you sure there's

not a mistake?

Henry, are we okay?

What?

They just called from the hospital

and said our bill hadn't been paid.

Is everything all right?

Everything's fine.

I'll get around to it.

I'm sleeping.

Helen. How are you?

Fine, and you?

Doing well. How's Gabriel?

He's doing better.

Great.

That's great. And, uh, Henry?

He's fine. You know, he was much

happier when he was working.

We wish he could still be here.

I'm offering you

the next-best thing.

What's that?

Me.

My family needs the extra income.

I could start immediately,

and I'd make a great

assistant or secretary.

Helen, you've never

worked before, have you?

Mike, my husband was an engineer

here for more than 30 years.

He missed two days of work

in all of that time.

His mother died

on one of those days,

and our son was born

on the other.

Yes, I stayed home

to take care of our family,

like your mother

probably did for you,

but I went to college,

and I have a degree.

I could have done anything.

I'm capable of doing something here.

Is this good?

I don't know.

Oheck the date.

You're wearing that to the hospital?

No. Actually,

I'm wearing this to work.

What work?

Mike Tappin gave me a job.

I'll be assisting in the accounting office.

You just took a job?

Without telling me?

Henry, we have a lot of bills,

and I'm perfectly capable of working.

What about Gabriel?

He needs you.

Luckily he has two parents.

He needs them both.

I gotta go.

Please bring Gabriel his sweater.

What, is he going out?

He gets cold sometimes.

He should have it.

Take your pills.

Oh, Mr. Sawyer.

Gabriel, your father's here.

Time for cheer.

What's the matter, Gabriel?

You lose something?

What's wrong with him?

Ah, he's fine.

He's just used to seeing his mother.

But he's happy to see you.

Aren't you, Gabriel?

Gabriel, I'm here

because Mom is working now.

He'll get used to it.

Gabriel, this can help you

remember the date.

And this...

that Dad comes every day at 10 A.M.

Understand?

Excuse me. Where's

the Social Sciences building?

It's just past there to your right.

Thank you.

Are you Dr. Daly?

I didn't mean to interrupt.

I'm here because I read

an article about your work.

Oh, you're the one who read it.

I was hoping to talk to you

about my son.

Thanks.

Do you know who

Vissarion Shebalin was?

Yeah, the Russian composer.

Yes.

Wow. You really know

your classical music, Mr. Sawyer.

Well, you just heard pretty much

everything I know about him.

Oh. Well, I only know him

because he suffered

two strokes in the fifties

that left him unable to speak

or understand the meaning of words,

but he was still able to teach

and compose music.

It's already well documented

that music elicits measurable

responses in the brain's activities,

so the Marseillaise may well

have had some effect on your son,

and if that's so, we may be able

to use music as a tool to...

to help him function better,

to reawaken parts of his memory

that may have been damaged.

Now, I don't want

to offer false hope.

It's better than what we have now.

Hi.

I'm Dianne Daly.

What's your name?

- Gabriel.

- Gabriel.

That's a...

that's a nice name.

I'm a nice guy.

I bet you are.

It's good to meet you.

Gabriel, I'm... I'm here

because I'm a...

I'm a music therapist.

Why don't you come sit down?

Do you like music?

I'm the music man.

Good. Good.

All right, let's...

let's play something.

Gabriel...

What's wrong?

He's slipping away.

Let's try that again.

Okay. Okay.

It's all right.

The music definitely had some effect.

Yeah.

I was hoping for something

a little more like my son.

Humans are incredibly

complex beings.

This is not an exact science.

We're really making science.

I'm not convinced yet

that he's even aware of his state.

Let's be patient.

Gabriel, I'm Dianne Daly.

I'm a music therapist,

and your father and I are

gonna play you some music.

Fairy tales can come true

It can happen to you

if you're young at heart

What song is this, Gabriel?

Bing Orosby,

Young at Heart, 1954.

Do you remember when

I first heard this song?

You can go to extremes

with impossible dreams

You can laugh when your dreams

fall apart at the seams

And life gets more exciting

with each passing day...

Oh, never against the grooves, partner.

Always with the grooves.

Good.

Thank you.

Does Uncle Gabe hear this in heaven?

I hope so.

Is that why we're playing it?

Well, it is Uncle Gabe's birthday,

so that's part of the reason.

What's the other part?

Well, this was Uncle Gabe's favorite song,

so when we play it,

we remember him...

like he was here with us

playing his trumpet

right along with Oount Basie.

Does Oount Basie bite people?

Why would he bite people?

Like Oount Dracula.

No. No, not all counts are vampires.

A count is like royalty,

someone important, you know?

Oount Basie is a count

because he's an important musician.

Like Duke Ellington is

the duke of the bandleaders,

Oount Basie is the count

of the piano.

All right, we're in the middle

of a midnight snack

with the Beatles here on WDED,

'cause, you know,

"All You Need is Love. "

Holy sh*t.

Gabriel, is this the song?

Love, love, love...

I love the Beatles.

Magical Mystery Tour!

All You Need is Love.

And Sgt. Pepper's, too.

That's an amazing album.

Oh, A Day in the Life,

that orchestral explosion at the end.

Aw, what a trip, man.

Nothing you can sing

that can't be sung...

I love them.

The Stones, too.

You know, a-and Oream.

I actually...

I saw them play once.

Jack Bruce,

Ginger Baker...

I mean, amazing drummer.

Eric Olapton on guitar.

It doesn't come much better than that.

Ah, and, you know,

no one spaces me out like the Dead.

There's no one like them.

Pigpen.

I love him.

Gabriel...

Do you know why you're here at Woodhaven?

Because I'm not that intelligent.

I think you're very intelligent.

Oan you tell me, where you were born?

White Plains, New York.

Good.

Good. And what year were you born?

Good. So...

So how old are you now?

You know, I don't think about

how old I am or what year it is.

Yeah?

Well, that's kind of an important question.

That's the thing.

Oan you tell me who the president is?

Lyndon...

the one who was shot.

Ronald...

McDonald.

What? Wrong clown?

Yeah.

Okay.

Let's try something else.

Must have it.

Will this work?

Uncle John's Band?

It's a good song.

Ah, God. No one spaces me out

like the Dead does.

What a group.

You know, I... I almost saw them once.

Oh? What happened?

Oh...

We didn't make it.

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