Eddie and the Cruisers II: Eddie Lives! Page #3

I'd like to paint

your portrait.

Seriously.

This is my card.

I'm an artist.

No, thanks.

Please? I mean it.

Hey, lady,

do you do this all the time?

When I see a face

that expresses something like yours, yeah.

So what does

my face express?

Distance.

Like someone

looking for something they can't have.

Do you know what I mean?

Sounds like

a sad painting. No, thanks.

Well, I don't have

to paint it sad.

(TENDER YEARS PLAYING)

When the moon

hung soft and low

Catching stardust

in the light

You held me

closer and closer

There was magic

in the night

Hey, when is your wife

gonna come and visit me again, huh?

Who taught her all those

nasty little tricks you like?

MAN ON RADIO:

And that was Tender Years,

by Eddie and the Cruisers.

Hard to believe that

Eddie Wilson's been dead all these years,

but Satin Records'

release of Season In Hell eases the pain.

Now here's the lead cut

from the great Eddie Wilson.

I think you need

a vacation, Joe.

I need someone

I can just be with

Someone just like you

I need someone

that I can be with

Someone just like you

I need somebody

that I can talk to

I need somebody new

Ain't it funny

how I can talk to you?

I can talk to

I need somebody

that I can talk to

I need somebody

Could you take an Irish Mist

to the sax player, please?

(CROWD CHEERING)

That guy over there

bought you a drink.

Okay, thanks.

Thanks.

How'd you know

I liked Irish Mist?

I was in this club

in Jersey a few years ago

to see Ike

and Tina Turner play.

Man, that was

a while ago.

This young horn player

comes in late,

trips on the mike cord,

falls into the first row

and plays

the whole first set sitting on his ass.

(CHUCKLING)

Man, you got

a good memory.

You got

a good sound, man.

It sounds like a bell

skipping across a clear lake.

Reminds me

of Wendell Newton.

Wendell Newton?

I knew Wendell, long before

he joined Eddie and the Cruisers.

Then we just lost touch.

Man, Wendell was as crazy

as anybody I ever met.

But a sweeter man

you'd never find.

He just couldn't

shake the monkey, that's all.

Yeah.

How'd you

know Wendell?

I'd hear him

playing in clubs.

Do you play?

Guitar.

Hey, I thought

I heard you say you play guitar.

Yeah, I play guitar.

Oh.

Well, Hilton knows

that I'm looking for a new guitarist.

Why, you wanna

try out?

Before you add one,

you ought to learn to play it yourself.

Hey, man, excuse me.

What did you say?

I said your bass

player can't sing,

and you come in

on the wrong beat.

I come in

on the wrong beat?

Yeah, that's right.

You should kick it,

not step on it.

(SCOFFS)

Who are you, buddy? Segovia?

Who the hell

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