I've been loved and I've been alone
All my life I've been a rollin' stone
Done everything that a man can do
Everything but get a hold on you
Done everything that a man can do
Everything but get a hold on you
Oh. Jack, you bastard.
Fuckin' bowling alley.
Shit.
Jesus God.
Bad Blake. Welcome to Pueblo.
I'm proud to meet you, sir. Hey there.
I've been listening to you fora hell of a long time.
Did you have a good trip? Long, but good. Yeah.
Played Clovis, New Mexico, last night.
I saw some pretty country. Glad to be here.
Well, down there is the bandstand.
I'll catch up with you later, but sure is good to have you, Bad.
Makes my day. And there's no smokin' in the alley,
but you can sure finish that one.
I'll take a McClure's up with a beer back, darlin'.
4.75.
- Oh, it's on the tab. - No tab.
I'm Bad Blake, darlin'. I'm- Well, hell, I am the band.
Jimmy. Tab?
Mr. Blake.
We have a real nice room for you over at the Starlight Inn,
and, of course, all your meals are taken care of, but, uh-
I'm afraid we can't let you run a bar tab.
It's in the contract. Damn.
Mr. Greene of Greene & Gold, he put that in himself.
Did he? Yes, sir.
Well, if you and Jack have an agreement, we're gonna have to stick with that.
But don't you worry yourself about it.
- How much? - 4.75.
Mr. Blake, let me personally offer you all the free bowling you want.
Hold that, would you please?
Yes, sir.
Hey, Bad, this is Jack.
Listen, I didn't wanna tell you this till you came off this swing, but-
The label cut So Sweet, So Bad.
Huh? Why, that fucker's still sellin'.
Well, it was slowin' down a lot. You know what? Chains don't want it anymore.
Plus Tommy Sweet's got nine albums out there now.
What about his new album? I'm gonna get off the road here in a couple weeks.
I can get right to it. Tommy wants to know if you got any new material.
Oh, shit. New material. You know I don't have any new material.
Nothin' wrong with the old stuff.
Tommy thinks he's leaning too heavy on the old stuff.
He doesn't want people to think he's riding the gravy train.
That son of a bitch. He has a lifetime pass on the gravy train.
Hey, Bad, who's asking who for a record here?
Jack, you jerk-off. You get your ass out here to Clovis-goddamn-New Mexico,
you play in the piano bar of some fuckin' bowling alley,
get up the next morning at 5:00 and drive 300 miles...
with hemorrhoids so bad feels like you got a nest of fire ants up your ass,
then you tell me about the gravy train.
You and Mr. World Famous Tommy Sweet- both of you try that sometime.
- Why don't you sit down and write some songs, huh? - Keep talkin'. Keep talkin'.
Jesus God! What's the matter? Can't do it anymore?
I'm tired of listening to your griping at everything.
You- You're capable of it. Jack.
You keep goin' out every fuckin' night drinking. Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me.
I'm 57 years old.
I'm broke. I got $10 in my pocket.
I sent you money when you were still in Texas.
So spend it wisely, my friend. Yeah. Fuck you. Good-bye.
Here we go.
All right, thank you. Thanks a lot.
Mr. Blake?
Oh.
I'll be goddamned-go-to-hell. It really is you, ain't it?
I can't believe it- Bad Blake right here in my store.
I'm Bill Wilson. I'm a big fan of yours.
Here you go. Here you go. Here's your McClure's.
I try to keep track of what all the stars drink.
Hey, you know what?
My wife, Beverly- she is one of your biggest fans.
She'd flat-out die if she knew you were here. Mmm.
But we're goin' to the show tonight.
And if you could sing "I Don't Know" for Beverly-
You got it. It'd mean the world to her.
"I Don't Know" for Beverly. Yes, sir, old buddy, you can count on it.
Oh, hey, come here. Come here.
I wanna be able to tell everyone...
that I bought Bad Blake a drink.
You're kidding me. No.
Why, thank you.
Hey. "I Don't Know" for Beverly... and Bill.
Yes.
All right, hold on. Hold on.
Hey, Mr. Blake. I'm Tony.
Tony and the Renegades- your band for tonight.
Oh. Yeah, of course. Oh.
Uh, me and the boys are settin' up over at the alley...
and was wonderin' what time to start rehearsin'.
Why, just as soon as you can and as often as you can.
That's the secret. Uh- Um, Mr. Blake?
Mr. Blake?
Sorry to bother you. Um, I was just wonderin' what time you were comin' over.
Come here.
Yeah, I got some- some lead sheets here if y'all can read music.
Chord charts if you can't.
Here. Take this CD. That's for you.
Here's your whole kit. And there's a playlist in there.
Watch your hand.
All right, I'm gonna meet you over there.
You guys go on. Uh, Mr. Blake?
It'd really mean a lot to us if you come over a little early-
and we got to go over some leads.
Lead? Son, are they paying you more than they're paying me?
I just thought maybe you could show us some of that old stuff...
like Bad's Boys used to do.
You taught Tommy Sweet how to play guitar, didn't you?
Listen to the CD. Listen good, and, uh, go over those lead sheets.
I'll be over there in about an hour. I'm gonna grab some supper.
All right. Well, thank you, Mr. Blake. Appreciate it.
Thought you weren't gonna show.
Son, I've played sick, drunk, divorced and on the run.
Bad Blake hasn't missed a goddamn show in his whole fuckin' life.
Now I'm playin' a fuckin' bowling alley backed by a bunch of hippies.
Ah. You sure they ain't paying you more than they're paying me?
Come on. Showtime.
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the Spare Room...
the Wrangler of Love- Mr. Bad Blake!
Go to "C."
Now "F."
I used to be somebody
But now I am somebody else
I used to be somebody
Now I am somebody else
Who I'll be tomorrow
Is anybody's guess
I was cleared of all the charges
With money, women and my health
I was cleared of all the charges
With money, women and my health
But now that I'm a ramblin' man
You belong to someone else
Hey, Mr. Blake.
You all right, Bad? Oh. Yeah, I'm good.
We're back on.
Oh.
It's wonderful to be here in Pueblo with you all tonight.
And if I've learned anything over the years,
it's to give you people what you want.
Otherwise, you won't want anything ever again.
Well, here's a song I'm hopin' some of you are gonna want.
It goes out especially to my dear friends Bill and Beverly.
God bless ya.
I don't know, baby where we stand
Where's the future that we planned
So long ago
I don't know
Aw, shit.
Think about when I was doin' better
I've got a lot to show
I could write a song and I could write a letter
I could write a book about what I don't know
My past is pretty rocky and my future ain't long
Why do I think we got a chance at all
Where does the wind blow
Baby, I don't know Baby, I don't know
Here we go.
Oh! Thank you, Pueblo. Thank you, thank you.
Y'all drive safely, and, God willing,
we'll all get together again here real soon.
Ladies and gentlemen, the star of the show-
the legendary Bad Blake!
- Have a good night. - Whoo!
Sounds real good.
Real good.
It's been a long time since I played with a good piano player.
Oh, thanks, Mr. Blake. That means the world to me.
I'm Wesley Barnes. Mighty fine, Wesley.
You work before? Oh, when I was a kid.
I just do this for fun. Oh.
Well, for fun and a couple of extra dollars.
Well, sure nice to run into somebody on the road who really is good.
It's gonna be a pleasure.
Can I ask you a favor, Mr. Blake?
"Bad," buddy. "Bad." What can I do for you?
You know, I hate to impose, especially since we just met.
But, see, I got this niece, and she's a writer.
She's tryin' to be a writer. She writes local here in Santa Fe.
I mean, it's not the New York Times or anything, but anyway-
She writes about music, and she would love to do an interview with you.
Ah.
Well, I haven't done one of them for years,
but, yeah, you send your little niece around.
- I'll be glad to help her out. - Oh, great.
We gonna play a little? Yeah, we gonna play some.
Mr. Blake?
- Oh. - Who the hell are you?
Um, I'm Jean Craddock from the Sun Scene.
I'm Wesley Barnes's niece. I'm here for the interview.
Oh. Oh. Uh-
Yeah, I just, uh- I just got out of the shower. I'm havin' dinner.
I'm sorry. I'll just come back. When's a good time for you?
No, no, no. Just wait outside. Let me get my clothes on.
All right.
Jesus God.
Be right there. All right.
Hi. Come on in. I'm so sorry. I should have called.
No, no. Uh, no- No pictures.
You want some steak or... a potato or something? No. How about later?
Which? Pictures. Maybe on stage.
Oh, that'd be all right.
All right. You want no roll or nothin'?
All right. Sit on right down. Thank you.
All right.
Mind if I eat? No.
Tape recorder okay? Go ahead. That's fine.
All right.
You always dress for dinner?.
So, how'd you learn music?
Mmm. My daddy.
He had this old Washburn steel-string.
He couldn't play a lick on it.
I, you know, picked it up, started foolin' with it.
- Guess that's how. - Right. And what were you listenin' to?
Bunch of people you probably never heard of.
Lulu Belle and Scotty, Emmett Miller.
Georgia Wildcats. You ever hear of them?
Uh, no, I never heard the Georgia Wildcats. Nah, I didn't figure you did.
How about Hank Williams?
Mmm. Gene Autry? You know, Waylon and them boys?
Right. Lefty Frizzell?
- You want a drink? - No, thank you.
So, you said-
You feel like your music is also influenced by the blues? Oh, yeah.
Son House, Big Bill Broonzy.
We all owe our existence to them Delta boys.
You ever want to do anything else?
Play baseball.
I was pretty good, too, you know, for a while there.
I couldn't hit the curveball.
Well, I just figured I'd stick with the guitar, you know?
Son of a bitch stayed where he was supposed to.
How about you? You always wanna be a writer?
I didn't know what I wanted for a long time.
But now you do?
Well, now I know what I don't want to do again.
Yeah. Amen.
- You married? - I was.
One of those things you don't wanna do again?
Not unless it's right. Yeah. How the hell do you know?
Well, you tell me. You've been married five times.
Jesus Christ. Four times.
Come on. Four times.
You gonna make another album with Tommy Sweet?
Two things I don't wanna talk about- multiple marriages and Tommy.
Right. What's your real name?
I'm Bad Blake.
I wasn't born Bad.
When I die, my tombstone will have my real name on it.
Until then, I'm just gonna stay Bad.
It's an awful long time for people to have to wait to find out.
Mmm. Maybe, maybe not.
You a daddy? You got any kids?
Sweetie, I'm gonna have to start gettin' goin' here.
All right. Can you give me just another half an hour after the show?
Well, let's see how it goes, huh?
I appreciate you having to do your work. I understand that.
But let's just see how it goes. Okay. All right. Thank you.
So, Wesley's, uh, what, your cousin?
He's my uncle. Oh.
That boy sure can play piano.
All right. Thank you. All right now.
' was goin' where I shouldn't go
Seein' who I shouldn't see
Doin' what I shouldn't do
Bein' who I shouldn't be
I never meant to hurt no one
I just had to have my way
If there's such a thing as too much fun
This must be the price you pay
It's funny how fallin' feels like flyin'
For a little while
Funny how fallin' feels like flyin'
For a little while
You never see it comin' till it's gone
It all happens for a reason
Even when it's wrong
Especially when it's wrong
Wesley!
Hey. All right.
You- You were wonderful. Oh.
You haven't lost anything. Why, thank you.
I think you might be better than you were back then.
I'm Ann.
Hi, Ann. Hi.
I- I have, uh, loved country music my whole life. Have you?
Yeah. I even know the "B" sides of your albums.
Oh, that's better than me.
I was thinking, if you weren't doing anything after the show tonight,
we could get a late dinner... or cup of coffee.
Well, I would, but I promised a reporter an interview.
That's all right.
I know you're in town for another night.
Another time would be fine.
I gotta get back to work.
Uh, could you play "Get a Hold on You" for me?
I'd love to- right now.
Thank you, Santa Fe.
I'll be here one more night.
This goes out to Ann.
I've been loved and I've been alone
All my life I've been a rollin' stone
Done everything that a man can do
Everything but get a hold on you
So, how did you-
You played a gospel song in a bar. I did.
How'd you get away with that? How'd you know?
If you'd been doin' it as long as I have, you'd know those things.
Here you go. All right.
Cheers.
What else you wanna know? Records.
What's your favorite?
Oh, I've have to say "Falling and Flying."
It made me a lot of money, that song. Turned my whole life around.
- You get tired of playing it? - When I have to play it twice, three times a night.
But, you know, it's been too good to me.
Can't turn my back on it.
So, in today's world of artificial country music,
who's real country?
What?
Was that a stupid question?
Mmm! Hmm.
Is Tommy Sweet real country? Tommy, oh, yeah.
He tries coverin' it up. I taught him country, you know?
He won't admit it. He's gotta compete with what's coming out of Nashville today.
But, yeah, he's real country.
How'd you meet him?
I don't wanna talk about Tommy.
All right. What do you wanna talk about?
I wanna talk about how bad you make this room look.
I never noticed what a dump it was until you came in here.
I haven't seen somebody blush in I don't know how long.
Well, I can't help it. My capillaries are close to the skin.
Where you from anyway?
I'm from Enid, Oklahoma.
Of course you are.
What's the most important thing about you, Oklahoma?
I've got a son- Buddy.
He's four.
He's at his babysitter. I'd better go get him.
Thank you for talking to me.
Did you get what you need?
Could always use more. Yeah, well-
Come to tomorrow night's show. We can continue where we left off.
All right.
Okay then.
Nighty-night.
Hey, Bad. I got great news for you.
Now, I'm bustin' my ass on this.
So write it down.
Cancel Benson, Arizona, on your itinerary.
You're into Phoenix, Arizona, Sun Pavilion. 8:00 sharp. How's that?
Pavilion?
Hey, I just called to tell you you're out of the Red Bison Lounge...
and you're opening a major show in Phoenix.
Opening? Shit, I don't open-
Bad, cut the shit. Now, where else are you gonna play in front of 12,000 people?
- Open for who? - You're opening for Tommy.
No, no. No. No goddamn way.
I haven't been able to convince him about doing the record yet.
But at least I got him to agree to this. No, I'm not gonna do it, Jack.
I'm not gonna open for Tommy. I'll open for somebody else, but not Tommy.
Who else are you gonna open for? You're gonna open for Madonna? You want me to call her?
The dream of every sideman is that someday the front man,
whose ass he's been starin' at for years, is gonna open for him.
I don't owe Tommy Sweet that dream. I don't owe him a fuckin' thing.
We both know Tommy owes you big.
But we also both know how much this is worth.
I'm gonna call you back this afternoon. There is no time, Bad.
Yes or no? I've got to have time to think about this. Come on.
No time. Yes or no?
Yes, goddamn it! Yes! Yes!
Yes. Fuck, yes. All right.
Okay. Jesus Christ. It's like pullin' it out of you.
Now don't fuck it up, all right?
Hey, let me ask you something.
Am I gonna actually get to go backstage and meet Tommy and everything?
That's very funny, Bad, but I don't have time for this shit.
Good-bye. See you later, you fuckin' asshole.
All right, boys, let's wing this thing Tejano style.
I'm gonna give you what you want.
Uh-huh!
I don't know, baby where we stand
Where's the future that we planned
So long ago
I don't know
if you're my friend
Or a long-lost lover comin' back again
Where did you go
Baby, I don't know
Oh, yeah!
Whoo!
Hold that.
Come on, sweetheart! Get up!
Whoo!
All right, baby, don't forget. I love you, girl.
All right!
Whoo-hoo!
You'd think by now I'd have known better
I ain't got a lot to show
I could write a song I could write a letter
I could write a book about what I don't know
My past is pretty rocky My future ain't long
Why do I think we got a chance at all
Where does the wind blow
Baby, I don't know
Where does the wind blow
Baby, I don't know
Where does that damn wind go?
Huh?
Thank you, Santa Fe.
And good night. God love you all.
Hi. Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.
I was waitin' on the sitter for my son, and- Oh.
You know how hard it is to find a sitter at 1:00 in the morning?
I get off work at 1:00. I know how hard it is to find everything.
I'm just glad you found me.
Who's, uh- Who's watching your boy?
Oh, a friend. He just got there.
- You want a drink? - All right.
- You wanna follow me? - All right.
All right.
Are you gonna ask me more questions?
Just a couple. All right, so-
So where do all those songs come from?
Life, unfortunately.
Is this really what you wanna talk about?
No, I guess not.
For some reason I can't explain,
I keep feeling obliged to apologize for these ugly rooms and,
well, being less than you probably imagined me to be.
Is this that famous country charm?
I was never famous for charm.
It's not too late to start.
You, uh- You want something else for your article?
Oh. Let me just get my recorder.
Come here. Come here.
I'm opening...
for Tommy in Phoenix tomorrow.
Bad Blake's hit the big time.
Oh, that's great, right?
That's what my agent says.
You gonna come with me?
Hmm?
Will you? You're kidding.
This is my serious look. Come on.
Bad.
I can't.
All right.
How about...
I come over this morning and fix you and your boy...
some world-famous Bad Blake biscuits, huh?
What do you say?
All right.
Now you just hold that right there.
There. Now let me see your other finger.
Hold it like that. Can you do that?
Mm-hmm. You right-handed or left-handed?
Oh, that one?
Okay. Put that there like that.
And cock this finger. Here's your trigger finger.
About like that.
Wait. Now here's the most important part.
Take a bite of that biscuit.
Yeah, that's it.
You feel that flour and that butter coursing through your body, huh?
Giving you a power you never thought you had?
Uh-huh. Your shirt gettin' all tight with muscle?
Mm-hmm. Whole worlds have been tamed by men who ate biscuits.
Now shoot.
- And he scores! - Did you score?
That's how we get it done in Texas. Yes!
Gimme five! Ow! Ooh! Yeah!
That's a real nice boy you got there. Thank you.
He's not around men much. I worry about that sometimes.
What about his daddy?
Oh. I made a lot of mistakes.
I'm just trying not to make 'em twice.
Good boy- good mom.
Good biscuits.
All right. Okay.
I'll see you after a while, huh?
You take care now. So long.
Come on, Bess.
Jack, you cocksucker.
Thank you.
Lord, it's the same old tune
Fiddle and guitar
Where do we take it from here
- Rhinestone suits and new, shiny cars - I'm Bad Blake. Where do I park?
- Through there. - It's been the same way for years
We need to change
Somebody told me when I came to Nashville
Son, you finally got it made
Old Hank made it here
We're all sure that you will
But I don't think Hank done it this way
No, I don't think Hank done it this way
Okay!
Damn good to meet you, Mr. Blake. I'm Ralphie, Tommy's road manager.
Big fan. Big fan. Got a big show tonight.
Hey, Bear. This is Bad Blake. Hey, how you doin', man?
So what's your equipment like? Fender Tremolux.
That's it? That's it, pal.
Man, you got a preference- Marshall, Peavey, Vox? I like my Fender.
You like your Fender. Okay, no sweat.
We'll mike it right into the P.A.
Where's your stuff? '78 Suburban out back.
I'll take care of it.
You go on at 7:30. You get 45 minutes. Stay on that.
You can't go more than three minutes over.
Tommy's on at 9:00. He's off at 11:00.
These are the Bum Steers- your backup.
Ah. This is the big time, boys.
How you doin'? Bad.
I'm lookin' forward to playin'.
Let's drink some of this booze, huh? Let's do it, baby.
Two bars of"D" and then we hit the top of the bridge.
Go on, count it off, Johnny.
One, two. One, two, three, four!
Never see it comin' till it's gone
No, no, no. Bear. Bear. Bear.
I need kick and snare. Turn down the damn guitars.
You're drowning out my lyrics. The mix is good, man.
You can't hear what I'm hearing out here.
Yeah, you'd be surprised. Set it the way I tell ya and leave it.
The mix is just fine, man. Trust me on this.
Bear, I'm an old man. I get grumpy. Humor me.
Damn sound men. They try to fuck up the opening act.
You know? It makes the headliner sound that much better.
That's their fuckin' job. You got another half hour there, cowboy.
Hey there, partner. We're gonna be up on this stage till we get the mix the way I want it.
You set the mix the way I want it, or I'm gonna be up here rehearsing right through Tommy's set.
All right. Let's take it from the top of the bridge. Let's see how Bear does.
One, two, three, four.
Now the guitars are sounding right.
Never see it comin' till it's gone
Thank you, Bear. Much better.
Tommy! Can we get a picture?
Oh.
Well, well. Heard you might be here.
You son of a bitch. Sit on down.
You always knew the right thing to say.
How the hell are you, Bad?
I'm worse. That's about right, I reckon.
What, you give up on the Southern Comfort, huh?
I still drink it on stage. It's good for the throat.
Yeah, that's what they tell me. Too damn sweet for me.
Hell, I never liked it either. But when you're one of Bad's Boys,
you gotta be able to put away the whiskey.
I'm sorry. I-I hate to interrupt.
Can I get an autograph, Tommy? Thanks. Sure.
You're my favorite. I-I got all your records. Thank you.
But this is the, uh- This is the autograph you need.
That's Bad Blake.
Taught me everything I know. Cool.
Great. Thanks. I'll be at your show tonight.
I may even make it to San Diego. Appreciate your support.
I was thinkin' about- about our tours together.
They were some good times, boy.
Oh.
Look, I'm really glad you agreed to do this, Bad.
Oh, God. Are you kiddin'?
I need the money.
Wasn't for this, I'd be playing some saloon in Benson, Arizona.
Yeah.
You remember that time we, uh-
we broke down on the desert in West Texas?
Sat out all day waiting for that goddamn wrecker.
Well- Just you and me and a case of warm beer.
Those were the days. Yeah.
Ain't remembering wonderful?
How's the tour going? It's a grind.
Fifty dates in two months. Oh.
How about yours? I'm out fora month. Six states.
Pickup bands? Yeah.
That's a ballbuster.
Hell, we should've gotten together earlier, done the whole tour.
We tried that.
There was just too much goin' on, Bad.
That damn movie shoot down in Mexico.
Jill was on my ass all the time. Yeah.
Would've been a hell of a tour though. Oh, yeah. Hell of a tour.
Aw, shit. I'm sorry, Bad, it didn't work out.
I was tryin' to keep my marriage together.
Don't hold that against me. I got a career too.
And a marriage or two I wanted to hold together.
I know. I know.
You gave me my start, Bad.
Don't think I don't remember that.
But I got a life too.
Well, well.
Those are the ugliest goddamn boots I've ever seen in my life.
Was the salesman threatenin' to shoot your dog?
Oh.
Hey. How come we're not doin' another album?
Why won't you do it? Hold up now. I never said I wouldn't.
DMZ just doesn't think it's the right thing to do. That's all.
Mmm, I think it is. Well, you may be right.
They want a couple more solos first. Then we do a duet.
And you got first shot. I already told them.
You know, I need money now.
I'm 57 years old. Career's goin' nowhere.
I need something to get it jump-started.
They won't give me a damn solo album.
I need this, goddamn it. I really do.
I swear, Bad. I can't get them to budge on this one.
But there is a way you can make some money if you want to.
Enlighten me. Songs.
I ain't got no new material.
Everything I'm hearing is straight crap.
You write me five new songs, I'll give you back end.
I ship two million albums every time I release one.
I haven't written a new song in three years.
Too many goddamn songs.
You write some of the best material out there, Bad. I want some.
Wrote. Wrote. Not write.
Well, I'm glad to see you still got old Bessie.
Ah, she runs like a top.
Do it, Bad. You got a couple months.
See you tonight.
Mr. Greene has sent five boxes of product...
for you to sell here at the show.
Sell? What are you talkin' about?
He sent 500 units of Memories for you to sell.
Aw, shit. I sing, I play. I don't sell my goddamn records at my concerts.
Tell him to get his ass out here to Phoenix and pick up his goddamn CDs.
I'm just delivering the message.
Jesus Christ.
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on stage-
the Wrangler of Love, Mr. Bad Blake!
Sure is good to be with you tonight.
Of course, at my age, it's good to be anywhere.
Three, four!
I was goin' where I shouldn't go
Seein' who I shouldn't see
Doin' what I shouldn't do
And bein' who I shouldn't be
A little voice told me it's all wrong
Another voice told me it's all right
I used to think that I was strong
But lately I just lost the fight
It's funny how fallin' feels like flyin'
For a little while
It's funny how fallin' feels like flyin'
For a little while
I got tired of bein' good
I started missin' that old feeling free
I stopped actin' like I thought I should
And went on back to bein' me
I never meant to hurt no one
I just had to have my way
If there's such a thing as too much fun
This must be the price you pay
It's funny how fallin' feels like flyin'
For a little while
It's funny how fallin' feels like flyin'
For a little while
Never see it comin' till it's gone
It all happens for a reason
Even when it's wrong
Especially when it's wrong
It's funny how fallin' feels like flyin'
For a little while
It's funny how fallin' feels like flyin'
For a little while
I was goin' where I shouldn't go
Seein' who I shouldn't see
Doin' what I shouldn't do
And bein' who I shouldn't be
This is the guy who taught me how to sing that song...
and just about everything else- Bad Blake.
I gotta go backstage and listen to the rest of his show.
Thank you, Bad.
Bad, Tommy would like you to join him in his set...
for"Please Release Me" and "Memories." I'll cue you.
I got records to sell.
Bring out the band!
I was born on a flat-top two-lane
Picked up a guitar and every day I'd sing
Till I was gone
Gone, gone, gone
I should've known that this love would never last
I see it clearly through the whiskey in my glass
Till you're gone
Gone, gone, gone
I've been wastin' too much time
I'm in a big hurry I gotta get on down the line
My trouble travels in a song
Because I'm gone
Gone, gone, gone
Directory assistance. What city and state?
Uh, Santa Fe, New Mexico.
Bud. Hello?
Hey there, Buddy boy. It's your old biscuit maker, Bad.
Hi! What you up to?
Um, watching dinosaurs.
Yeah? What are they doin'? Uh, eating breakfast.
Yeah? Any of them eatin' biscuits?
Yeah.
Is your mama there?
Hello? Hey there.
It's Bad.
Jean?
Hi.
How was Phoenix?
Oh, you know.
How you doin'? Where are you?
Uh, I don't know. Out in it.
Why? I mean, what- what are you doin'?
Oh, thinkin' about you.
Now stop it.
Are you thinkin' about me?
I'm finishing my article actually.
That's not what I meant.
Yeah, I know.
Hey, I got a couple days off before I gotta be in Houston.
I was thinking about stopping by. What do you think?
Jean?
You're not making this easy on me, girl. You want me to stop by or not?
Okay. All right.
Well, I'll be by in about three or four hours then.
See you in a little bit.
Bye. Bye now.
Whoa!
Hello, Mr. Blake.
Just sit back. Relax. Where am I now?
You're in Santa Fe. You have a broken ankle.
You also have a concussion. Where's my- my guitars?
They're in the closet with your clothes.
Oh. Gotta get outta here.
When you can go is up to the doctor. Where's the doctor?
I'll get the doctor for you. Just sit back. Just relax.
We'll get the doctor.
Let me be honest with you, okay? The problem isn't your ankle. It will heal cleanly.
The problem is your general condition, or the extreme lack of it.
Now, the kinds of stuff we're talking here- emphysema, heart failure, cancer,
an extremely good chance of a stroke-
are gonna kill you.
Are you gonna talk to me?
About what? Look.
Let's not kid ourselves about this one. You're an alcoholic.
I'll take care of your leg, give you something for your cholesterol.
But you have to stop smoking, stop drinking...
and lose 25 pounds.
Okay, Mr. Blake?
Ah, geez. If I'm half as good about being laid up as I think I'm gonna be-
Okay, you need to hush now, seriously. Why? Am I ramblin'?
Must be those blue pills. Think I can get a prescription or two of those?
No!
Your heart's on the loose
You roll them sevens with nothin' to lose
This ain't no place for the weary kind
You know that song?
Hmm? Can't remember who did it.
That's the way it is with good ones.
You're sure you've heard 'em before.
You wrote that?
Yes, ma'am, just now.
This is so unfair. What?
Some people give 10 years of their life to be able to do something like that,
and it just- it just pours out of you.
You mad at me?
You want me to go to a motel? No.
What?
I don't want you to go.
Well, what then?
Well, you're writin' a song on my bed.
So? So...
every time I lie down, I'm gonna hear that beautiful goddamn song,
and-
And you're gonna be out there...
runnin' around, not even rememberin' this day...
that I can't even forget. If I could walk, I'd come to you.
Sweetie, come here.
Come here. Listen to me.
When I was at the hospital,
I thought about who to call.
Who really gives a damn about me?
And then, I thought about who I wanted to see.
You hear me? Huh?
I'm not gonna forget about you.
I'm not gonna forget about this day.
I promise you.
Look at you.
What the hell are you doin' back in Santa Fe? You're not supposed to be there.
- I'm visiting a friend. - Well, can you drive yet?
Pretty soon. All right. I want you to get back out there...
as soon as possible. Jesus Christ.
If you found out your sister was turnin' five-dollar tricks, you'd overbook her.
Very, very funny. Remind me to book you into some comedy clubs.
Just so you know, I have a contract here...
offering you $75,000.
An advance for an album to be recorded at a future date. Why? Wait-Wait a minute.
What offer? Don't worry about who, who, who, who.
Plus, another $20,000 for first refusal rights for all songs to be written...
or cowritten by you over the next two years. What-What-
- Holy shit. - This is gonna be your best year in the last seven.
And you know who's responsible? Tommy Sweet.