Ray Page #5

Hey, what's the haps, Jack?

Oh, my goodness.

Give me some skin.

What's up, baby?

How you doin'?

Lowell Fulson, meet your new

piano player:
Ray Charles.

Ray Charles,

the blind sensation.

Ow! Damn! I'm gonna use that

on the album cover.

He's really

the sensation.

I... I love your music,

Mr. Fulson.

Uh, the man's got taste.

Hey, and the man ain't

been on the road

with a band before,

so now you take care of him.

Like my own brother.

Ray.

I'm gonna be right back.

All right.

Yeah, you got the one

on the left.

Look here,

let me do the talking.

Don't go inside that place.

You know what Mama said.

Go home

and don't tell Mama nothin'.

Go, George.

George, get out of here!

Hey, boy,

who let you in?

You must be

Aretha's son, huh?

Yes, sir.

Ray Charles Robinson.

I've been seeing you

sneakin' around here.

You like the piano, huh?

Come on, you want

to learn how to play?

Come on over here.

Let me show you how to play.

Come on.

I'm gonna teach you

how to play.

What we'll do, I'm gonna teach

you three notes, right?

This is the first note,

right here.

Play that.

And here's the second note,

right here.

Play that.

Here's the third note.

Now, here's the way

it goes.

Listen.

Listen closely, now.

Play that.

Good!

Try the other notes.

Every club we hit,

it's your responsibility

to rehearse the band.

These are some

lazy-ass bastards,

so you gotta make sure

that they don't slough off.

You gotta be ready

and dressed to open the show.

Now, Lowell likes to take

a nap before he goes on.

You just do your thing until

he feels like comin' out.

And when Lowell's playin',

you keep the band sharp.

Uh... uh, just one thing.

What?

Did Jack tell you that

I have to be paid in singles?

You just do your job,

you're gonna get your money.

Baby, come on, down

Your daddy's

in the heart of town

Come on down

Your daddy's

in the heart of town

How'd you get the name

Fathead anyway?

Why do they call me

Fathead?

Nah, you don't want to hear.

But this is what

I really want to know.

Do any of you

fine young ladies know

where we can get a nice steak

this time of night?

You mean something big,

thick, and juicy?

Oh, yeah,

that's just what I mean.

Fathead, where you guys

headed, man?

I ain't babysittin'

no blind cat.

Uh, I'm sorry, Ray,

but, uh, the law says

there's only six to a cab.

Come on, ladies,

let's get out of here.

Everyday

Everyday I have the blues

Everyday, everyday

Pay up, baby!

Yeah, that's all right.

I been shootin' craps

since I was 12 years old.

Don't never shoot craps

on a white woman's grave.

Why not?

It's bad luck.

You know bad luck

and trouble, people

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