And they said, "Now, you go down and you talk to him about that, but you don't tell him nothing about that goddamn guitar." So I said, "Okay, okay, okay." So I went down to the rectory, you know, rang the bell, said, "Hey, Father Ray", you know? In big trouble. My father wanted me to be a lawyer, and my mother wanted me to be an author. You talk to the priest, you have a serious discussion about your future with him." I go, "Ah, okay, okay." Because my mom wanted me to, no. (chuckles) She says, "Well you should," (chuckles) you know, and, "So what you should do, is you gotta go talk to the priest. You just better, what you should do." My mother was very Italian, and uh, and still is. You know, I think there's people in my office, they." My mother'd say, "There's people in my office, they play on the weekends, why can't you?" So, I said, "Well listen. The guitar is okay for a hobby but, but you need something to fall back on. I remember it was getting, it was getting late, you know, I was, I think I was 18 or something, and they were saying, "Listen, you gotta start thinking about doing something serious with yourself. But that was, he was always funny like that, you know, and it was like. How God could damn so many things in my room I could never figure out. He says "turn down that goddamn radio, take that goddamn record off that goddamn stereo." You know, "get up off that goddamn bed". He must've thought that everything in my room was the same make. His head stick in, "turn down that goddamn guitar," you know. You know, he used to like, he didn't know it was a Fender guitar or a Gibson. As I remember for the first, first two years I played guitar, my father could never even figure out what kind of guitar I was playing. They're sitting at the kitchen table, and uh, his mother's going "Bobby, that guitar is okay for a hobby, but, you know, you really oughta think about doing something serious, you know." (chuckles) And like (chuckles), you know, that's what my mother and my mother and my sister they used to say to me. And it was funny 'cause there was always this one scene in the movie that must've happened to everybody that played the guitar, did anything that they ever wanted to do against, you know, their parents didn't want 'em to. So, I liked the picture 'cause it made him a lot more, lot real, a lot more real for me, you know, made him lot more human for me and. So he was moving, you know? (chuckles) But Buddy Holly, I always used to have a picture of him like standing there, you know. You know, it was like, it was always like, uh, like James Dean he was in the movies. It was funny because I could never picture Buddy Holly moving. Hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd, when they said "come down" I threw upīig Man, please! And, the other night, we went down and, uh, we saw the Buddy Holly Story. Well I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing Well I pushed B-52, bombed 'em with the blues, my gear set stubborn on standing Well I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she wouldn't sail but she sure could sing Well the flag of piracy flew from my mast, my sails were set wing to wing Well I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd, when they said "sit down" I stood up I strode all alone into a fallout zone and came out with my soul untouched I was open to pain and crossed by the rain, I walked on a crooked crutch I stood stone-like at midnight suspended in my masqueradeĪnd I combed my hair till it looked just right and commanded the night brigade And for just one moment, I remember it didn't last long, but for just one, one second. But one night I was out, you know, I was feeling a little bummed out, I was feeling down, and uh, looked up in the sky, saw this star I never saw before. But I'm sure it was very nice (chuckles). And uh, I still don't know what the living room looks like in the house (chuckles). He would be chasing me around the kitchen table, you know? I never made it into the dining room to be chased around the dining room table, it was always like, I got in the first room, he'd chase me around the table, I'd run out the screen door, run outside, back out the street. And pretty soon we'd be like "he" but not "we". And then we'd start yelling at each other. And I remember I come in, slick my hair back real tight so it didn't look too long, and uh, he said, "Bruce, sit down, I wanna talk to you for a while." So I sit down, you know. You know? And, uh, he'd just be sitting there in the dark, you know, have a six pack of beer, be drinking it, waiting for me to come in, you know. And, uh, my father used to wait for me every night in the kitchen. I remember, ah, one night, I was, I was coming in kinda late.
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