Roddy Doyle - The Commitments

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Barrytown, Dublin, has something to sing about. The Commitments are spreading the gospel of soul. Ably managed by Jimmy Rabbitte, brilliantly coached by Joey 'The Lips' Fagan
their twin assault on Motown and Barrytown takes them by leaps and bounds from the parish hall to immortality on vinyl. But can the Commitments live up to the name?

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— Nothin’.

— That’s super.

— How come?

— I told him it was part o’ the Anti-Heroin Campaign.

— Yeh fuckin’ chancer, yeh.

They all stood back and admired Jimmy.

— Well, it is, said Jimmy. — We’ll have our Heroin Kills banner. Me little brother, Darren — he’s an awful little prick — he’s goin’ to do it in school. An art project, like. An’ a few posters for the walls an’ things.

— Good man, Jimmy.

— There’s one thing but, said Jimmy. — I told Father Molloy we’d do a folk mass for him.

— No way!

— Only messin’. —Northside News are sendin’ someone ou’ to see us. An’ a photographer.

— How come?

— I told them abou’ it. Phoned them up.

— Jaysis, fair play to yeh.

— I’ll be scarleh, said Bernie.

— I haven’t saved enough for me suit, said Derek.

— We can hire them for this one, said Jimmy. — We’ll get the bread back on the door.

— Bread! said Billy. — Yeh fuckin’ hippy.

— Fuck up.

— Well, Brothers and Sisters, said Joey The Lips. — Let’s hear it for our manager, Brother J. Rabbitte, and let’s hear it for Brother Hopalong’s kidneys too.

The Commitments clapped.

— Brother Hopalong’s kidneys are soul.

* * *

The Commitments rehearsed every night of the last week. They began to shout and throw the head when someone made a mistake and they had to start all over again. But Joey The Lips kept them short of panic stations. He said Stay Cool a lot during the week.

— Stay cool, my man, said Joey The Lips.

Deco had just roared at Billy who had just knocked over the snare drum.

— He’s a fuckin’ eejit, Joey, Deco shouted.

— Joey, said Billy. — I said it before, it’s one o’ the risks yis have to take. It’s part o’ me style. These sort o’ accidents are likely to happen. I told yis tha’.

He now addressed Deco.

— An’ here, you, George Michael. If yeh ever call me a fuckin’ eejit again you’ll go home with a drumstick up your hole. The one yeh don’t sing ou’ of.

He started to pick up the drum.

— The one yeh talk ou’ of.

— That’ll be the day, pal.

— It’s comin’. I’m tellin’ yeh.

— Maybe.

— Yeh’d want to have your vaseline with yeh the next time. — Can we continue now, can we, please?

He began to play.

— THU— CUDADUNG CUDADUNG CUDADUNG

THU — CUDADUNG CUDADUNG CUDADUNG

The horns: — DUUH — DU DUHH —

DUUH DU DUHH —

DEH —

DU DU DUUH —

Outspan and Derek followed that.

— DONG CADDA DONG CADDA DONG CADDA DONG —

The horns: — DUUH — DU DUHH —

DUUH DU DUHH —

DEH —

DU DU DUUH —

— OOH WHEN YEH FEE — IL LIKE YEH CAN’T GO —

OH ON —

The Commitmentettes: — CAN’T GO OHON —

— JUST COS ALL O’ YOUR HOPE IS —

GOHON

— Ah fuck! Wha’ now?

— Me string’s gone again, said Outspan.

— Fuck you an’ your string.

— Stay cool, said Joey The Lips.

* * *

There was a little saxophone in each corner of the poster.

— Saturday, 24 March, it said across the top. — In The Community Centre, The Hardest Working Band In The World, The Saviours Of Soul, The Commitments. Admission: £2, (Unwaged: £1). Bringing The People’s Music To The People.

* * *

— I hate him, said Billy.

— We all do, for fuck sake, said Jimmy.

— Really, I mean. — I really hate him.

— We all do, I’m tellin yeh.

— Enough to kill him?

— Maybe not tha’ much.

— I’d fuckin’ kill him. I fuckin’ would.

— Who’d do the singin’ then?

— Good thinkin’.

* * *

— It’s a pity we don’t do anny songs of our own, isn’t it? said Outspan, during a break.

— Yeah.

— A song belongs to no man, said Joey The Lips.

— The Lord holds copyright on all songs.

— Me arse, said Outspan.

— We have the Dublin bits, said Derek.

— True.

* * *

— We’ll need a Brother to do the mix, said Joey The Lips.

— We have one, said Jimmy.

— Who?

— Me.

— Good good.

— Wha’ do you know abou’ it? said Outspan.

— Fuck all, said Jimmy. — But I got an honour in science in me Inter.

* * *

Deco had bought his suit. He bought the shirt and bow on the Thursday before the gig. The other Commitments managed to get into town to hire their suits.

Joey The Lips got one of his dress suits dry-cleaned. Dean crawled in under his bed and found the one he’d flung under there. He soaked the jacket till the muck was nearly all gone. Then he brought it down to the cleaners.

Black shoes were polished or bought or borrowed.

* * *

Friday was a dress rehearsal.

Joey The Lips was already dressed when The Commitments got there.

— Oh my Jaysis, Joey, wha’! said Outspan.

— Yeh look like Dickie Davis, said Dean.

— I don’t know the dude, said Joey The Lips. — But I accept the compliment. Thank you, Brother.

— Yeh look gorgeous, Joey, said Imelda.

— Joey? said Outspan. — How do yeh get your hankie to go like tha’? I can’t get mine like tha’.

Joey The Lips let the girls into the kitchen to change. The lads changed in the garage. There was a lot of slagging of underpants and so on. None of them played football so it was a good while since they’d dressed in this way. They enjoyed it.

— Jaysis, look at those skid marks.

— Fuck off.

— Come here till I ride yeh, yeh lovely young fella, yeh.

— Fuck off, will yeh.

— Where’s it gone? said Outspan.

— Wha’?

— Me knob. — I could’ve sworn I tucked it into me sock before I came ou’.

James joined in the crack too.

— Do yeh know wha’ the Latin is for tha’ weapon yeh have on yeh there?

The small door to the kitchen was knocked.

— Can we come in? Imelda asked.

The lads cheered, and thumped and kicked each other.

Deco cupped his crotch in both hands (although one could have done) and roared — I’ve a bugle here yeh can blow on, ’melda.

— Fuck yourself, Natalie roared.

— Jaysis, Cuffe, take it easy. For fuck sake!

— I’ve an arse here yeh can kiss, Imelda shouted back from behind the door. — Can we come in?

— No.

— Enter, Sisters.

— Well, we’re comin’.

Deco cheered.

Imelda was first (—Good fuck!), then Natalie (—Fair fuckin’ play to yis, girls), then Bernie.

— I’m scarleh, said Bernie.

The girls were stunning; very tight black skirts to just above the knee with an extension at the back so they could walk, black sleeveless tops, hair held up, except the fringe, as near to the Ronettes as they could manage, black high heels, loads of black eye shadow, very red lipstick.

They were blushing.

Joey The Lips applauded.

Jimmy spoke. — Well, as James says, It don’t mean nothin’ without a woman or a girl.

— I never said tha’, said James.

— James Brown, yeh dick.

The girls admired the suits. There was lots of giggling and redners.

Joey The Lips did their breast pocket hankies for them.

One of Billy’s trouser legs was longer than the other.

— Ah, fuck tha’, he said.

He looked very disappointed.

— You’ll be behind the drums.

— They’ll still see me legs.

— I’ll fix it up for yeh tomorrow, said Natalie.

— Will yeh? — Thanks.

They played better in the suits. They were more careful, and considerate. Deco’s suit seemed to pin him more to one spot. This was good. In his track-suit he hopped around the garage and got in the way and on the nerves. Dean swapped jackets with Jimmy. (—Why have you got a suit? Outspan asked Jimmy.

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