Revis Flashback

Flashback. Jack Revis, younger and more "hip" looking, is walking with another man, Len, also "hip". They see a man dressed in tights, holding a sign. The sign says "Let Me Dance". The man's feet are encased in two cement blocks.

Revis: Oh man, who did this to you ?? 

Dancer: The government, don't you know ?? 

Revis: Oh, NO ! It's all .... It's all true, all that conspiracy stuff !!!! 

Len: Jack, I think what he's talking about is ...... 

Revis: They put you in these tights and cement shoes, made you hold this LUDICROUS sign ????? 

Len: Jack..... 

Dancer: No, I am ...... 

Revis: I won't stand for it !!! (Turning to the crowds on the sidewalk) Isn't this cruel and unusual punishment ??? WHAT SORT OF MODERN DAY PILLORY IS THIS ??????? 

Len: JACK !!!! (Grabs Revis) 

Dancer: I AM IN PROTEST !!! 

Revis: Well I would be too if somebody... 

Dancer: NO NO !!! The government has cut off funding for my Bobby Maplethorne Memorial Dance Foundation all because we presented a work that was a metaphorical, representational, symbolic interpretation of the joys of sadomasochistic torture !! WHAT PRUDES !!!! 

Len: (Imitating a thick country accent) Sounds great !! Let's see this hootchie cootchie show, pal !!! 

Dancer: WHAT ???? Oh don't put me on !!! I AM IN PROTEST !!! 

Revis: You mean you're protesting. 

Dancer: I am showing the world how the government has censored and made a VICTIM of me !!!!! 

Revis: You mean you did this to yourself ?? Oooooh ..... you must really get into that S and M dance, NO WONDER !!! 

Dancer: I AM AN ARTIST !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND I EXPECT YOU RUFFIANS TO TREAT ME WITH THE RESPECT I DESERVE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Len: We're not ruffians, we're just musicians. 

Revis: Yeah, and we couldn't get one of those endowments or grants or whatever they're called in a million years ! 

Dancer: I ASSUME you play ROCK ?? 

Revis: That's a close enough assumption. 

Dancer: Well no wonder, these entitlements are reserved for the FINER ARTS. Or in charitable situations, funds will be given to rustic, primitive, uneducated folk artists. But you have the commercial marketplace to reward your ..... EFFORTS. 

Len: Like the 30 bucks we cleared when we got cheated at that run down club last night ? 

Dancer: You brutes have absolutely NO IDEA WHAT ART IS !!!!! 

Revis: Hey I just got through reading excerpts from Nijinsky's diary ! When he was going INSANE !!! IT'S GREAT !! 

Dancer: YOU ENJOYED READING OF THE SLOW DESCENT INTO MADNESS OF ONE OF THE WORLD'S GREATEST DANCERS ??? HOW DARE YOU ! THOSE WRITINGS SHOULD ONLY BE APPROACHED WITH THE UTMOST RESPECT !!! EVEN IF YOU GOT DOWN ON YOUR KNEES, ROWDY, YOU STILL WOULD NOT BE WORTHY TO GAZE UPON THE SACRED TEXT !!!!! 

Len: Now look here, what we do isn't art at all in your book ? 

Dancer: HAH !!!! IF IT WERE AN ART THEN THERE WOULD BE SCHOOLS WHERE SUCH AN ART COULD BE TAUGHT, LEARNED, REFINED, AND PERFECTED !!!!!!!!!! 

Revis: Look, you say you're being PREVENTED or CENSORED or whatever. But you're free to dance. Who's stopping you ???? Look, just to demnstrate to you what I mean, we've got an opening show on Saturday night. We'll play our .... UH.. music, and you're free to dance on stage with any interpretation you want !!! Bring your sign !! BRING YOUR CEMENT SHOES !!!! Make a sign that says "THESE RUFFIANS STINK" and dance with that ! That's NEVER been done ! 

Len: Plus, for only 45 minutes of work you'll get .... 

Revis: An equal cut !!! 

Len: Right ! Divided by 5 instead of 4 that's .... 

Revis: 20 bucks !!! 

Dancer: HAH !!! AND WHAT SORT OF UNSCHOOLED, PRIMITIVE, SIMIAN BEAT WOULD I BE FORCED TO DANCE TO ???? 

Revis: There's lots of beats. Our drummer's great !!! He's nuts !! Why, you could just jerk whenever, however, at random even, and you're BOUND to land on a beat. YOU CANT MISS !!!!! 

Dancer: HAH !!! YOU MIGHT AS WELL ATTACH AN ELECTRICAL CORD TO A DOG, JOLT IT NOW AND THEN AND HAVE IT GYRATE AND SPIN TO YOUR HEDONISTIC, BARBARIC MUSIC !! 

Revis: Whoa !!!! You're the one that needs to write a diary !! 

Len: Look, we're just trying to be nice, you know, turn the other cheek. I mean, after all these names and insults you've thrown at us ..... 

Revis: Right, this Saturday night, we'll LET YOU DANCE. Whatever you want to do, free and uncensored, in front of an audience .... 

Dancer: AN AUDIENCE !!!!! HAH !!! I AM NOT ABOUT TO LOWER MY ART TO THE LEVEL OF A COMMON, FILTHY, SWINISH, BURLESQUE DANCER !!!! I AM IN PROTEST !!! I AM AN ARTIST !! YOU ARE NOT !!!!! 

Jack and Len step back, slowly look at each other, then grin as if the same idea has dawned on them both at once. They grab the dancer and lift him up. 

Dancer: YOU BRUTES !!! STOP !!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ??!!!! UNHAND ME !! 

Len: Look, you wanna dance, right?? 

Dancer: STOP !!! YOU'LL RUIN EVERYTHING !!!! 

The two young men spin the dancer around, smashing his cement encased feet into a lightpole. The cement shoes shatter. They slowly lower the dancer to the sidewalk. 

Revis: You're free !!! You're free !! 

Len: So let's see this dance, pal. Sounded great !!!! 

Dancer: (Crying) YOU'VE RUINED IT !! YOU'VE RUINED IT !!! I WAS CONVEYING THE IRON FIST OF BIG BROTHER CENSORING ME !!! NOW LOOK AT ME !!!!! 

Len: Nobody's stopping you !! You're free to do your thing !! 

Revis: Yeah, just like us musicians ! No handouts, just songs of toil and insanity !!! Look, we're sorry about your funding, but the entertainment business can be rough. 

Dancer: ENTERTAINMENT !!??? I AM AN ARTIST !!! YOU ARE NOT !!!!!! 

Jack and Len begin to laugh, first hesitantly, then uproariously. 

Dancer: YOU TWO ARE INSANE !!!! YOU'RE INSANE !!! HELP POLICE !!! POLICE !!! POLICE !!!!! 

Cut to the interior of a nearby parked car with tinted windows. Two men are exchanging a few thousand dollars for a small quantity of illegal substances. The dancer's cries of "HELP POLICE" catch their attention. They panic. One starts the car as another grabs an Uzi. As they drive by, the car's right side automatic window rolls down as the passenger wildly fires the Uzi at the dancer. The shots are low and hit only the curb and sidewalk near his feet. The dancer begins jumping wildly in response to the bullets, just as in films of Western gunslingers. 

Dancer: YIIIIIIEEEE !!!!!! YIIIEEE !!! HELP !!!!!! YIIEEE !!!! 

Jack and Len step back, astonished. The dancer is so PANIC STRICKEN that he continues screaming and "dancing" in a fevered, spasmodic, jerking manner, EVEN AS THE CAR FADES FROM VIEW. 

Revis: Go cat go !!! 

Len: WOW !!! 

Len turns to the gathering crowd, cups his hands to his mouth, begins speaking like a carnival barker. 

Len: STEP RIGHT UP LADIES AND GENTS, SEE THE AMAZING BOBBY MAPLETHORNE PAIN AND SUFFERING DANCE OF A THOUSAND PAILS OF CHINESE WATER TORTURE DRIPPED ON YOUR POINTY LITTLE HEADS. YES IT'S PERFORMANCE ART, RIGHT HERE, RIGHT HERE IN RIVER CITY. THE AMAZING DANCE OF REAL LIFE TORTURE AND PAIN UNCENSORED RIGHT HERE FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT. THIS YOUNG MAN HAS STUDIED FOR YEARS ON DADDY'S CASH ONLY TO FIND HIMSELF PERFORMING FOR YOU, A HOPELESS MOB OF PEASANTS AND PEONS. HOW DID HE END UP LIKE THIS, STRIPPED OF HIS PEDIGREE AND STATUS, NO LONGER RELYING ON THAT GUV-----MENT HANDOUT !!!!! A SACRED ARTIST, ONE OF THE CHOSEN !!!! OVER AND ABOVE ALL OF YOU POiNTY HEADED IGNORAMUSES !!! 

(The crowd has gone from amused to confused, they begin to eye Len suspiciously. Jack Revis has fallen to the ground, laughing hysterically) Cut back to Jack Revis in the present.

 

 

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