The Music Never Stopped Page #3
Want to tell me about it?
Well, my dad didn't want us to go.
He wanted me to go to college night.
Sorry.
Dinner is at 7:
00.Yeah, every night
since the birth of Ohrist.
Let's just enjoy our dinner.
I said I was sorry. I'm sorry.
It's far out, Mom.
Thanks.
Something wrong with the meat?
Well, I mean, aside from the fact
that it was once
an innocent, breathing,
minding-his-own-business creature
of Mother Nature
herded into
a cramped slaughterhouse,
decapitated, eviscerated, packed
and shipped off to the A&P
so we could adorn our stroganoff,
no, there's nothing wrong
with the meat.
Lord, I can't wait
until you put that mind
to something useful in college.
Do you remember college?
It's the place that's gonna educate my boy
and pack him up and ship him back
so he can adorn his life
with a wife and family, a decentjob.
Yeah, I know what college is, Dad.
I'm just not sure it's my bag.
What is your bag, Gabriel?
I want to go to the Village
and play music.
Son, if you don't go to college,
the only village you'll see
will have thatched roofs
and no plumbing,
so you have until Wednesday
at college night
to make it your bag.
I can't go.
The Dead is playing
at Stonybrook that night.
This is not a negotiation.
You will not miss college night,
especially to see some band
called the Dead.
It's the Grateful Dead, Dad.
It's the Grateful Dead.
Oh. Well, then they'll be grateful
you're choosing a college
instead of wasting your time
at their drug convention.
The music department
to performance classes.
There's an emphasis on developing
each student's performance
and listening skills.
Gabriel?
Do you have any questions?
Uh, yeah.
Um, where's the Princeton booth?
The other side, next to Brown.
Groovy.
Dad, I'm gonna go explore.
Sugar magnolia...
Oome on! Get in!
Gabe, move! Move it!
Well, caught up in sunshine
Come on out singing
I'll walk you in the sunshine
Come on, honey,
and come along with me
We'll get tickets next time, man.
He can handle anything.
I'm cool, man.
Nam don't worry me.
All right?
Oh, sh*t.
We didn't even get in to the concert.
You won't see her again,
not till you straighten yourself out.
There's somethin'happenin'here
What it is ain't exactly clear
- There's a man...
- Turn that down.
With a gun over there
Need to get to bed.
Tellin'me...
I'm not tired.
You look tired.
Your mother said, uh,
your band has a gig on Saturday.
Yeah.
To take his children home...
Gabriel!
Lunch before love.
You think she's a fox, huh?
What?
The cafeteria girl, you like her?
Oan I help you?
Hi. I'm Gabriel.
Hi, Gabriel. I'm Oelia.
Oh, Oelia, you're breakin' my heart...
You're shakin' my confidence daily.
That's Oe-cilia.
It's all the sa-same to me.
Do you want your chicken
without the skin?
Yeah, sure, Oelia,
slip me some skin.
Oh, so you want the skin?
- Sure.
- Okay.
There you go.
You know how you hear a song,
and you fall in love with it,
and it may be years
before you hear it again,
but when you do, it instantly
places you back in that moment
when you first fell in love with it,
as if no time had passed?
Yes. In fact, Gabriel and I
used to play a game
where I'd ask him about a song,
and he'd tell me the story
that went with it.
That's why I brought that music in.
That's the music we used to listen to.
Well, it's, uh... it's not
the music he loved,
or at least it's not the music
that resonates with him.
I don't think the piece on the radio
that night was the Marseillaise.
I think it was the Beatles' song,
All You Need is Love,
which uses the Marseillaise
in its introduction.
I think that's the song
that Gabriel was anticipating
when we played him the Marseillaise.
What happened when you played him
that Beatles song?
Oh, Helen, if you could have seen him.
He was totally connected.
He was as you've described him, Henry.
He was normal.
And it wasn'tjust the Beatles.
I actually was able to use
pieces of music from that period
to more specifically pinpoint
the extent of his amnesia.
from 1964 to 1970.
His recollection of songs after 1970
show us where his memory
begins to drop off.
He remembers
all the founding members
of the Grateful Dead from 1966,
but he doesn't know
that Pigpen and Jimi Hendrix
and Janis Joplin are all dead.
I didn't know they were ever alive,
and I'm no worse for wear.
Yes, but for him,
these musicians are all hugely important.
They connect him
to a time and a place,
to his time and place
when he came of age,
just like your music does for you.
My music was his music.
He used to listen
to that music as a kid.
I don't understand.
It doesn't make sense to me.
He loved my music, too.
Hi, Gabriel.
It's Dianne.
Dianne from Oheyenne.
Actually, Gabriel,
I'm not from Oheyenne.
I'm Dianne Daly
from Dedham, Massachusetts.
That's where I was born.
Dianne Daly, live from Dedham.
That's good.
We'll have to try and remember that.
I love the Dead.
Uncle John's Band.
It's one of my favorite songs.
You know, I almost got
to see them play once.
Did you ever play
any of their songs,
like when your band
played at the school?
No.
I mean, we would have,
but I never got to it.
My dad was coming.
I wanted to play
Kansas City for him.
It was his brother's favorite song.
All the kids, they want today
All they ever think about
It's about summer
It's about summer
It's about summer
It's about summer
It's about summer
It's about summer
We love you, Gabe!
Let's hear it for the Black Sheep.
Black Sheep!
Thank you, Principal Isaacs,
for allowing us
to have this assembly here today.
People, I have this feeling
that with this much love
and this much energy,
we are gonna stop
the war in Vietnam!
Yeah. Yeah!
Remember, there's a sign-up sheet
you can pass around
for a rally in the city.
Please sign up.
We need your help.
Now, brothers and sisters,
once again,
please put your hands together
for the Black Sheep!
Kansas Oity, here I come
Going to Kansas Oity
Kansas Oity, here I come
They've got some pretty little girls
and I'm gonna get me one
Hey!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Gabe!
Gabe, put it down!
Put it out!
What did you do to my room?
You spit on me.
You spit on me today.
Today was not about you.
They're not your friends
who are going off and dying
in some stupid war.
Well, that's brilliant.
So you burn the very thing
that gives you the right
to demonstrate that.
We burned the flag that's sending
people like me over there.
What do you know
about fighting in a war?
Your Uncle Gabriel,
your namesake,
died defending that flag.
He was people like you.
He believed he was fighting
for something important.
- What do you believe in?
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