Side ManTHE STORY: Set in 1953 and traveling to 1985, this lovely and poignant memory play unfolds through the eyes of Clifford, the only son of Gene, a jazz trumpet player, and Terry, an alcoholic mother. Alternating between their New York City apartment |
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apartment audience Award band beautiful bedroom Bernie blow booth break clean CLIFFORD club comes couch crosses dance don't door drink everything exits father finally four fuck GENE Genie give goes going gonna guys hand happened he's head hear horn idea ISBN It's jazz joint JONESY keep kitchen late laughs leave Leon lights listen living look Lounge married mean Melody mother motherfucker move musicians never night Note noticed Offstage opens PATSY play Recordings remember says scene shake SIDE solo sound stage stands starts stops takes talk tell TERRY Thank there's thing told tonight trumpet trumpet player turns wait walks watches weeks What's York you're ZIGGY
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Page 24 - I'm saying, woman! I'm just stating the facts. If my brother didn't have that metal plate in his head... I wouldn't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of.
Page 45 - The other guys let him wail on me for a while before they pulled him off. (Jonesy opens his mouth, shows Gene his teeth.) He broke three of my teeth Gene. (Starts to cry.) I don't know if I'll ever be able to play.
Page 45 - ... the bastards give me my stash, they'd already taken half of it for themselves, but I tie off, I shoot up, and I'm feeling no pain. OK wise ass, they say, tell us where this heroin comes from? I look them right in the eye and I tell them the truth: (Pause.) General MacArthur. (Gene looks at Jonesy, shakes his head.) Well, how the hell do you think this stuff gets into the country? Anyway, this fuckin
Page 45 - They waved it in front of my face. I was dying for it. But I said, I can't trust you guys. Let me fix myself up first, then I'll tell you where I cop. So the bastards give me my stash, they'd already taken half of it for themselves, but I tie off, I shoot up, and I'm feeling no pain. OK wise ass, they say, tell us where this heroin comes from?
Page 47 - TERRY. I swear to God, I'll kill you both. (She slams the bedroom door behind her...