Beyond the Sea Page #3

Behrke, who had only

conducted the high school band,

and my brother-in-law Charlie,

a garbage man, as my valet.

Not in the school band now, huh,

Bobby?

Let me tell you, when you come from

nothing, like us...like him...

then you're destined to make a name

for yourself.

And we will, Richie, we will.

Drive over there.

Drive over to those friggin' girls. Go on.

Go on! Hey, girls,

do you wanna see a real star?

While Sinatra was playing at the Copa,

Walden Robert Cassotto would play

any place they would book him...

barmitzvahs, weddings,

and a few dives on Long Island.

- Hey, kid, you ain't no Sinatra.

- Stop. Stop.

They're lazy. They don't like to

rehearse.

They don't get better. They're wasting

my time.

- It's only the Safari Club.

- I don't care!

We know three songs, they can't

keep pace with two of them.

Bobby, you didn't know what F sharp

was, now you're an expert?

Bobby, you called the Safari Club a

disease.

- You guys sounded great.

- No, we sounded like sh*t.

The audience deserves better.

I had a hot head, a weak heart

and an even worse stage name.

Walden Robert Cassotto isn't a name

you could see on a marquee.

Well, maybe for one night only.

One thing most performers were doing

back then was to find a great stage name.

And then one day, I saw it.

The perfect name.

Just blinking. Darin.

Darin. Bobby Darin.

And no sooner did I change my name

that I got my first gig on television.

Unfortunately, I didn't know the

lyrics to the song,

so I had to devise my own method

to get through it on live television.

Didn't win me many fans.

But it didn't finish me either.

My record company was giving me

one last chance to make a hit.

Bobby, it's all about the image.

Are you starting again? It's my last

session.

- You look like sh*t.

- I know my hair is falling out!

Next time you go on television, wear

one.

- That looks so goddamn fake.

- John Wayne wears one.

Very authentic. Humphrey Bogart wears

one.

- Bogart has an album coming out, does he?

- Sinatra wears one.

All right, Boom-Boom,

you win.

I'll go back to making the vinyl and

the records,

and the putting the wax in the thing

and making it go.

Let's sing the song again, hello.

Does this song make any sense to you?

It takes place in a toilet. It

shouldn't.

Maybe he should be in the shower.

- Guys don't take baths.

- I agree.

I put the tow... Wait, wait.

I wrap the towel around me,

and then I jump back in the bath.

How comes he jumps back in the tub?

- Doesn't he know these people?

- Where else should he go?

- We gotta play with it.

- Play, butjust keep it to an hour.

That's all the time we got, Bobby.

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