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Monday 2 January 2023

A Hard Day's Night

 





Hey, pardon me for asking, but 
who's that little old man?

Paul :
What little old man?

That little old man.

Paul :
Oh, that one. That's My Grandfather.


Your Grandfather?

Paul :
Yeah.

That's not your grandfather.

Paul :
It is, you know.

George :
But I've seen Your Grandfather.
He lives in Your House.

Paul :
Oh, that's My Other Grandfather,
but he's My Grandfather as well.


How do you reckon that one out?


Paul :
Well, everyone's entitled
to Two, aren't they?
And This is My Other One.

We know that, but
What's he doing here?

Paul :
Well, My Mother thought the trip 
would do him Good.


How's that?

Paul :
He's nursing a broken heart.


Ah, poor old thing.
Hey, Mister, are you
nursing a broken heart?


He's a nice old man, isn't he?

Paul :
He's very clean.

John :
Hello, Grandfather.


Hello.

He can Talk then, can he?


Paul :
Of course he can Talk. 
He's a Human Being, isn't he?

RINGO :
Well, if he's Your Grandfather,
who knows? Ha ha ha.

John :
And we're looking after him, are we?



I look after myself.

Paul :
Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.

George :
He's got you worried, then?

Paul :
Him, He's a Villain, a real mixer...
and he costs you a fortune
in Breach of Promise cases.

George :
Get on.

Paul :
No, straight up.

Shake :
Hiya.


Hello, Shake.


Hello, Shake.


You got on all right, then?

John :
No.


Oh? Well, we're here.
Norm'll be along in a minute with the tickets.
Hey, who's the little old man?


It's Paul's grandfather.

Oh, aye, but I thought...


No, that's his other one.


Oh, that's all right, then.


Clean, though, isn't he?


Oh, aye. He's very clean.

Norm :
Morning, lads.


Hi, Norm.


Thank God you've all got here.
Look, I've had a marvellous idea.
Just for once, let's all try to behave
like ordinary respectable citizens.
Let's not cause any trouble,
pull any strokes, or do anything 
I'm gonna be sorry for...
especially tomorrow in that
television theatre, because...
Are you listening to me, Lennon?

John :
You're a swine. Isn't he, George?

George :
Yeah, a swine.
Thanks. Hey.
Who's that little old man?
- Well, who is he?
- He belongs to Paul.
Oh, well. I'm going down
for a cup of coffee.
- Anyone coming?
- We'll follow you down.


I want me coffee.


You can come with Shake
and Me, if you like.

Paul :
Look after him -- I don't want to 
find you've lost him.

Don't be cheeky. 
I'll bind Him to Me with Promises.
Very clean, isn't he?
Come out, Grandad.

Make up your mind, will you?

The Passenger : 
Hello. Morning.

All right?

Whoa.

Do You Mind if we have it open?

The Passenger : 
Yes, I Do.

Well, There are Four of Us,
and We'd like it open, not if 
it's all the same to you, that is.

The Passenger : 
It isn't. I travel on This Train regularly,
Twice a Week, so I suppose
I have some Rights.

So Have We.


The Passenger : 
And We'll have that thing off 
as well. Thank you.


But...

The Passenger : 
An elementary knowledge
of the Railway Acts...
would tell you that I am
perfectly within My Rights.

Paul :
Yeah, but We want to hear it.
There's more of Us than You.
We're a Community,
a majority vote.
'Up The Workers!' and all that stuff.

Paul :
Then I suggest You take that damn thing
into The Corridor, or some 
other part of The Train, 
where you obviously belong.



Give us a kiss.

Paul :
Look, Mister, We paid for
Our Seats, too, you know.

The Passenger : 
I travel on This Train
regularly, twice a week.

John :
Knock it off, Paul. You can't win with his sort.
After all, it's His Train, isn't it, Mister?

The Passenger :
And don't take that tone
with Me, Young Man.
I fought The War for your sort.

John :
I bet you're sorry You Won.

The Passenger :
I shall call The Guard.


Ah, but what?
They don't take kindly to insults, you know.


Let's go have some coffee and
leave the kennel to Lassie.
Hey, mister, can we
have our ball back?
Look, mister. Mister. Can
we have our ball back?
- Hey.


Please, mister.


You want to watch it.


Well, it's not my fault.
You stick to that story, son.
I can't help it. I'm just taller than you are.


They always say that.

Well, I've got me eye on ya.


I'm sorry, Norm. I can't help being taller than you.
Well, don't rub it in. I've a good mind 
to thump you, Shake.


If you're gonna have a barney,
can I hold your coat?
- He started it.
- I did not. You did.
Well, what happened?
The old fella said that...
could he have these pictures,
and Norm said, "No."
And all I said was, "Well,
why not be big about it?"
- And?
- Your grandfather pointed out...
that Shake was always being
taller than me just to spite me.
I knew it. He started it.
- I should've known.
- You what?
You two have never had an
argument in your life...
and in two minutes flat,
he's got you at it.
He's a king mixer.
He hates group unity, so
he gets everyone at it.
Well, I suggest you just
give him the photos...
and have done with it.
Oh, all right, you old
devil. Here you are.
Hey, Pauly, would you ever
sign one of them for us?
Ah, come out, Shake.

John :
Hey, look at the talent.
- Let's give them a pull.
- Should I?


Aye, but don't rush.
None of your five bar gate jumps 
and over sort of stuff.

John :
What's that supposed to mean?

I don't know -- I thought it just 
sounded distinguished-like.

John :
George Harrison, the scouse of distinction.

Paul :
Excuse me, madame.
Excuse me, but these young men I'm sitting with...
wondered if two of us could come over and join you.
I'd ask you myself, only I'm shy.


I'm sorry, miss. You mustn't
fraternise with me prisoners.


Prisoners?


Convicts in transit. Typical old lags, 
the lot of them.
You what?
Get out, ladies. Get out while you can.
He's been gone a long time.


Who?
Paul's Grandfather.
Oh, I didn't notice.
Where'd he go?
- Down the...
- Oh, down the...
Yeah, down the...
Oh, well, give him a
couple of minutes, then.


Hey, have you seen Paul's Grandfather?


Of course. He's concealed about me person.
Now, he must've slipped off somewhere.


Have you lost him?


Now, don't exaggerate.

Paul :
You've lost him.

Look, put it this way,
Pauly... he's mislaid him.

Paul :
Honest, you can't trust you 
with anything, Norm.
If you've lost him, 
I'll cripple ya.

He can't have got far.
Let's look up the sharp end.


George :
What's the matter with you, then?

RINGO :
It's His Grandfather.
I can tell he doesn't like me. 
It's because I'm little.

George :
You've got an inferiority
complex, you have.

RINGO :
Yeah, I know. That's why 
I play the drums.
It's me active compensatory factor.


[ In one of the First Class compartments, a clearly Wealthy older women, dripping in furs and diamonds makes Come-to-Bed eyes at Ringo through the window glass — 
Ringo glances around behind himself, doing a ‘What? Who, ME..?!?’ mime ]

George :
Going in, then?

RINGO :
Nah, she'll only 
reject Me in The End,
and I'll be frustrated.

George :
You never know. 
You may be lucky this time.

RINGO :
No, I know the psychological pattern.
It plays havoc with me drum skins.

Excuse me. Have you seen that
little old man we were with?

We've broken out... the
blessed freedom of it all.
Have you got a nail file? 
These handcuffs are killing me.
I was framed. I'm innocent.
I don't want to go.
Sorry for disturbing you, girls.
I bet you can't guess
what I was in for.
Should we go in here?
No, it's probably a
honeymoon couple...
or a company director
or something.
Well, I don't care. I'm
gonna broaden my outlook.
Congratulate me,
boys. I'm engaged.
Oh, no, you're not. Not this time.
And to think me own grandson...
would've let them put me behind bars.
Don't dramatise. Let's face it, you're lucky to be here.
If they'd have had their own way,
you would have been dropped off already.


Well, you've got to admit
you upset a lot of people.
At least I can keep my eye on you,
while you're stuck in here.
Shove up.
- Odds or evens?
- Odds.

Don't worry, son.
We'll get you the best lawyer green stamps can buy.
Oh. It's a laugh a line with Lennon.
Anyway, it's your fault.
- Why me?
- Why not you?
God, it's depressing
in here, isn't it?
Funny. They usually reckon dogs
more than people in England.
You'd expect something
more palatial.
- Let's do something, then.
- Like what?
Ok.
Cor, there's the girls.
I'll deal them.
Aye aye, the Liverpool shuffle.
Two for you, two for
me, three for them.
Cheat.

♪ I ♪
♪ Should have known better
with a girl like you ♪
♪ That I would love
everything that you do ♪
♪ And I do ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ And I do ♪

Not-Brian Epstein :
That was great, lads.

Now, you've got about an hour,
but don't leave the theatre.

Where are you going, John?

She's going to show me
her stamp collection.

So's mine.

Not-Brian Epstein :
John, I'm talking to you --
This final run-through is
important, understand?
Important.

I want a cup of tea.


Shake?

I've got to adjust the decibels
on the inbalance, Norm.

Clever. George?

Not-Brian Epstein :
Ringo, look after him, will you?

RINGO :
Oh, hey, Norm.

Not-Brian Epstein :
Do I have to raise my voice?

RINGO :
All right. Come on, Grandad.
I'm a drummer, not a
wet-nurse, you know.



John McCartney
Paul's Grandfather :
Would you look at him...
Sitting there with his hooter,
scraping away at that book.

RINGO :
Well, what's the matter with that?


John McCartney
Paul's Grandfather :
Have you no natural
resources of your own?
Have they even robbed you of that?

RINGO :
You can learn from books.

John McCartney
Paul's Grandfather :
You can, can you?
Sheeps' Heads.
You could learn more by getting 
Out There and Living.

RINGO :
Out where?

John McCartney
Paul's Grandfather :
Any old where.
But not our little
Richard. Oh, no.

When you're not thumping
them pagan skins,
you're tormenting your
eyes with that rubbish.

RINGO :
Books are Good.


John McCartney
Paul's Grandfather :
Parading's Better.

RINGO :
Parading?

John McCartney
Paul's Grandfather :
Parading The Streets...
Trailing Your coat, 
Bowling along... Living.


RINGO :
Well, I am Living.

John McCartney
Paul's Grandfather :
You? Living?

When was the last time 
you gave a girl
a pink-edged daisy?

When did you last 
embarrass a Sheila...
with your cool 
appraising stare?

RINGO :
You're a bit old for that
sort of chat, aren't you?

John McCartney
Paul's Grandfather :
Well, at least I've got
a backlog of memories.
All you've got is that book.

RINGO :
Ah, stop picking on me. 
You're as bad as the rest of Them.

John McCartney
Paul's Grandfather :
Ah, so you are A Man, after all.

RINGO :
What's that mean?

John McCartney
Paul's Grandfather :
Do you think I haven't noticed?
Do you think I wasn't
aware of the drift?

You poor, unfortunate scruff.
They've driven you into books,
with their cruel, 
unnatural treatment,
exploiting your 
Good Nature.


RINGO :
I don't know.

John McCartney
Paul's Grandfather :
Ah, That Lot's never happier
unless They're jeering you.

And Where Would They Be,
without the steady support
of your drum beat?

That's What I'd 
Like to Know.

RINGO :
Yeah. That's right.

John McCartney
Paul's Grandfather :
And what's it all come 
to in The End?

RINGO :
Yeah. What's in it for Me?

John McCartney
Paul's Grandfather :
A bookYeah, a blooming book.
When you could be out there,
betraying a rich American widow;
or sipping palm wine in Tahiti
before you're Too Old, like Me.

RINGO :
Yeah, funny, really, because 
I never thought, but -- 
Being Middle-aged 
and Oldtakes up most 
of Your Time, doesn't it?

John McCartney
Paul's Grandfather :
You're only right --
Where are you going?

RINGO :
I'm going parading
before it's Too Late.





George :
Hey, Ringo, you know what
just happened to me?


RINGO :
No, I don't. You ought to stop 
looking so scornful.
It's twisting your face.

Tell him of The Story about...

Hello, here he is, the 
middle-aged boy wonder.
I thought you were looking
after The Old Man.

We've only got half an hour
to the final run-through.

He can't walk out on us now.


Can't he? He's done it, son.

Hey, you know What Happened?


We know.

Your Grandfather.
He's stirred him up.

Paul :
He hasn't.

George :
Yeah, he... he filled His Head 
with notions seemingly.

Paul :
The old mixer. Come on, 
we'll have to put him right.

Coming up, all dancers
onstage for rehearsal, please.

Split up and look for him.

We've become a limited company.

I'll look in here again.



Wednesday 25 November 2020

The Hollywood Vampires



Youth and Talent will never beat Age and Treachery."


Alice Cooper's identity crisis
By BY PHILLIP VALYS and SOUTHFLORIDA.COM

OCT 25, 2013 AT 9:49 AM







Shock rocker Alice Cooper welcomes you to his nightmare Sunday night at the Hard Rock Live in Hollywood. (Hard Rock Live/Courtesy)

In September, Alice Cooper recorded vocals for a new covers album that will pay tribute to his old drinking buddies, the so-called Hollywood Vampires. The honorary members of his underground booze club: Keith Moon, Mickey Dolenz, John Lennon, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison.
Throwing classic rock covers into his concerts is hardly new for the self-proclaimed "old vampire," who during shows often bounds through a cemetery growling Hendrix's "Foxy Lady" and the Who's "My Generation."



But when the theatrical monster unveils this as-yet untitled album next spring, it will reflect a troubling time in Cooper's four-decade career of wickedness and camp: the heady, alcohol-fueled hedonism of the early-1970s.
"It was a gray area. I didn't know where I started and where I ended," recalls Cooper, speaking by phone from the couch of his home in Phoenix, on the eve of a tour that stops at the Hard Rock Live on Sunday. "That was until I realized that what killed Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison was they tried to be rock stars 24 hours a day, instead of switching it off. I realized, 'I'm going to be a little smarter than that.'"

The man born Vincent Damon Furnier is now 32 years sober and, no doubt, knows who he is. This Alice Cooper – the guy on the couch, with a rerun of "Paranormal Witness" paused on the TV and a Ricola clicking in his teeth, not the maniacal rogue who emerges from a coffin cradling a boa constrictor – is the one who coaches Little League and occasionally golfs at the Jacaranda Golf Club in Plantation when he's in town. He also knows that becoming Alice Cooper, the alter-ego he stitched up Frankenstein-style from the body parts of other rock gods, the man who leaps through the fog banks to growl "School's Out" and "I'm Eighteen," is still the thrill he craves.
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"People used to think I was out terrorizing some schoolchildren when I wasn't on a stage," Cooper deadpans. "I'm actually very ordinary without my top hat."

But Cooper recalls a time when he wasn't always so clear on the division between monster and man: when he swung back a few with the Vampires at Hollywood's Rainbow Bar, which provided as many lost weekends as bizarre memories. "Keith would come dressed as Adolf Hitler, or the Queen of England, or a French maid," Cooper says with a laugh.
"I think that, with this album, people will like that there's some authenticity to Alice doing these songs," Cooper says.


This Alice Cooper – not the guy on the couch, but the one who has sparked imitators in everyone from Rob Zombie to Marilyn Manson – spent the summer touring with the latter. Manson, he says, could not stop sharing his admiration.


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"It turned out to be the best tour. Every night we'd try to outdo each other," he says, shifting the cough drop in his mouth. "But I've got the 14 Top-40 songs that everybody knows. I'm still here to blow you off the stage. Youth and talent will never beat age and treachery."


Monday 26 October 2020

The King Has Cause to Call Upon Extraordinary Grace




The King is rehearsing His Speech, over-coming his stage fright, standing alone side-on to a full-length mirror in a White House anteroom to The Oval Office, awaiting admission to his audience with The Leader of The Free World

“It's an honor, Mr. President."
"Mr. President, I can't tell you what a great honor..."
“Hello, Mr. President, the honor...”


Momentarily crestfallen, he composes himself, turns to face his reflection , and Speaks into The Mirror
 

 
Did you know I had a Twin Brother, Mr. President?
Identical.


Jesse Garon Presley.
He was born 35 minutes before me. Stillborn.

And they... They put him in a box on the kitchen table
while Momma kept on going trying to push me out.
 Sometimes I wonder about that, you know.


What that 35 minutes must have been like for her.

The Happiest Moment and The Saddest Moment Life could possibly throw at you.

Sometimes I think, God felt guilty for her, so he gave me the luck that was meant for Two People.


Makes you think, you know.





“Dear President Nixon,

First, I would like to introduce myself — I am Elvis Presley, and I admire you, and have great respect for your office.

I talked to Vice President Agnew in Palm Springs three weeks ago and expressed my concern for Our Country. 

The drug culture, the hippie elements, the SDS, Black Panthers, etc. do not consider me as their enemy or as they call it The Establishment. 

I call it America and I love it. 

Sir, I can and will be of any service that I can to help The Country out. 

I have no concern or motives other than helping The Country out.”


THE KING :
Mr. President — This is my little angel.
Lisa Marie. She's two years old.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Well, she is a beautiful little girl.

THE KING :
Yes, sir. She's my pride and joy.
And this is my beautiful wife, Cilla.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Well, she is very charming.

BUD KROEG :
Mr. President.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Bud.

BUD KROEG :
Mr. Presley.

THE KING :
These M&Ms are great.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Good to hear, Mr. Presley.

THE KING :
You got some good fellas working for you, Mr. President.
My guys are outside.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Thank you.
So, as I really do need to be going we should probably get to what you want to...

THE KING :
These are some of my closest associates.
And contrary to what you may have heard, Mr. President, they are not part of any mafia.
That is just a crazy rumor started by nasty journalists.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
They love to make it up, don't they?
Last month, Look magazine made up some cockamamie drivel about how I broke into the Dean's office while I was at Duke.
You know, you give a man enough money and he'll say anything, you know.
 
They'll just ruin a man's reputation.
They don't give a good goddamn.

THE KING :
They just write what they want.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Hear, hear to that.
Everyone has a badge.

THE KING :
Mr. President, I've shown you these photos because I am deeply concerned about the direction our great nation is taking.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Yes, of course.
Now, I'm gonna need an autograph for my Julie.

THE KING :
That's your family there?
Those are some good looking kids.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Well, they really take after their mother.

THE KING :
Well, it takes two good lookin' folks to make a good lookin' baby, Mr. President.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Are you...
You're saying, as a gentleman, I'm good looking too?

THE KING :
Well, of course, Mr. President.
Everybody knows that.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Well, I...

THE KING :
Now, plainly speaking, sir, I want to get people to respect our country.
To respect our flag.
 
Because that's what's getting lost in our nation.
It bothers me to see young people burning flags and smoking dope.
 
And just because I don't smoke dope or grow a beard does that make me a straight? Or a square?
Because if it does, heck, I'll take being a straight or a square any day of the week.
 
The kids today are being brainwashed, Mr. President.
It's what they are listenin' to and what they are watchin'.
That's what's doing it to them.
 
Take that Woodstock for example.
What the heck was that?
 
I'll tell you what it was, it was an excuse to get naked, get high and roll around in the mud.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Well, I'm with you there.

KROEG :
Four, three, two, one... Mr. President, you have your meet and greet.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
No, not right now. Thank you.



KROEG :
But it's with the delegation...

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
I said it's fine.



KROEG :
But it's with the donors...

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
I said it can wait.
And Krogh, make sure that we get a picture with Mr. Presley and me.
Ollie's outside, he's ready for you.

THE KING :
No pictures.



KROEG :
Mr. Presley, it's standard for us.



THE KING :
I understand. But not today.
Now, if you don't mind...

May I continue?

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
By all means.

THE KING :
Thank you. I have it on very good authority that many of the so-called underground groups have been infiltrated by communists.
 
Yes, sir. And I find it downright anti-American.
Just like The Beatles.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
The Beatles. Well, I don't like them.

THE KING :
They are anti-American, possibly with communist leanings.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Well, just look at them.

THE KING :
Let's look at the facts, Mr. President.
After coming here and making all that money, they split back to England, start saying all this anti-American stuff, speaking against us in the press.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Well, some people think they can say anything.

THE KING :
Specifically about our policies in Southeast Asia, sir.
Did you know that?

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
I did not know that.

THE KING :
It was Lennon.
The kids think he's some kind of prophet.
And well... What I'm trying to say is, sir, they may not actually be in the employ of the communists, but if encouraging Revolution doesn't sound like subversive propaganda, I don't know what is.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Well, right. Yes.

THE KING :
See, I've been studying communist brainwashing techniques for over 10 years now.
And the drug culture, too, Mr. President.
And it's my belief that if we don't do something to handle this situation very quickly, it could very easily get outta hand.

Well, you wanna know why the hell the communists are so against drugs?
It's because they love the booze.
 
Especially the Russians. I've seen it.
You talk about "out of hand."
 
And that's why communists and the left-wingers are clinging to one another, because they're trying to destroy us, Elvis.

THE KING :
I know, sir. Good, honest Americans.
They hate it.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
They don't hate us, Elvis — they hate what we stand for.
I mean, you and me, we rose from nothing.
My pa worked in a grocery store.
Your father was a sharecropper, yes?

THE KING :
A whole slew of things, sir.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Well, I think we were both somewhat loners.
 
And look where I am today.
And look where you are.
 
Well, a lefty sees that, and instead of wanting to walk in our footsteps, why, they get jealous.
 
It brings all their failures up bubbling right in front of their faces and, well, so, of course they react like caged animals.
 
Because that's what they are.
Just animals.

THE KING :
I know, sir.
And I want to help to stop it.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Well, I think that is just great.
Absolutely.
 
So, my boys were telling me something like a concert.
A telethon. A television special.

THE KING :
No, sir.
I want to go undercover.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Undercover?

THE KING :
Yes.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
You want to be an actual...
I'm sorry, you want to what?

THE KING :
I want to be an agent-at-large.
 
You see, if I can get a Federal Narcotics badge it is my belief that I could protect this nation from sliding into anarchy.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Well... I...

THE KING :
Let's say I could infiltrate a band or a hippie commune, as a spy or a double agent, something like that, only disguising myself as one of them, hiding my own true feelings.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :
Yeah, I'm not sure how...

THE KING :
Let's say The Rolling Stones,  or the Grateful Dead or maybe even the Black Panthers.
Heck, I could probably slip from one group to the other without even being detected.
 
And then, just when they let their guard down, I'd bust 'em.
I'd bust 'em all.
 
Of course, I would have to be so deep undercover so that no one would know it was me.
 
But in order for that to happen, nobody...
I mean nobody, can know about this on the outside.
Just a select few.

You, of course, Mr. President...
And maybe Mr. Hoover.