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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— Fuck off a minute. — Soul is the rhythm o’ the people, Jimmy said again. — The Labour Party doesn’t have soul. Fianna fuckin’ Fail doesn’t have soul. The Workers’ Party ain’t got soul. The Irish people — no. — The Dublin people — fuck the rest o’ them. — The people o’ Dublin, our people, remember need soul. We’ve got soul.

— Fuckin’ righ’ we have.

— The Commitments, lads. We’ve got it. — Soul. God told the Reverend Ed—

— Ah, fuck off.

* * *

They loved Jimmy’s lectures. His policy announcements were good too.

— What’re they? Derek asked after Jimmy had made one of these announcements.

— Monkey suits, said Jimmy.

— No way, Rabbitte.

— Yes way.

— No fuckin’ way, Jim. No way.

— I had one o’ them for me mot’s debs, said Billy. — It was fuckin’ thick. The sleeves were too long, the trunzers were too fuckin’ short, there was a stupid fuckin’ stripe down —

— I puked on mine at our debs, remember? said Outspan.

— Some of it got on mine too, Derek reminded him.

— Oh, for fuck sake! said Dean. — I’m after rememberin’. —I forgot to bring mine back. It’s under me bed.

— When was your debs? Bernie asked him.

— Two years ago, said Dean.

They started laughing.

— Yeh must owe them hundreds, said Outspan.

— I’d better leave it there so.

— Jimmy, said James. — Are yeh seriously expectin’ us to deck ourselves out in monkey suits?

— Yeah. — Why not?

— Yeh can go an’ shite, said Billy.

— Well said.

— Yis have to look good, said Jimmy. — Neat — Dignified.

— What’s fuckin’ dignified abou’ dressin’ up like a jaysis penguin? Outspan asked.

— I’d be scarleh, said Derek.

Deco said nothing. He liked the idea.

— Brothers, Sisters, said Joey The Lips. — We know that soul is sex. And soul is revolution, yes? So now soul is — Dignity.

— I don’t understand tha’, said Dean.

— Soul is lifting yourself up, soul is dusting yourself off, soul is —

— What’s he fuckin’ on abou’?

— Just this, Brother. — Soul is dignity. — Dignity, soul. Dignity is respect. — Self respect. — Dignity is pride. Dignity, confidence. Dignity, assertion. (Joey The Lips’ upstretched index finger moved in time to his argument. They were glued to it.) — Dignity, integrity. Dignity, elegance. — Dignity, style.

The finger stopped.

— Brothers and Sisters. — Dignity, dress. — Dress suits.

— Dignity fuck dignity off dignity Joey.

— Dignity slippers, dignity cardigan.

— Ah, leave Joey alone, said Natalie.

Joey The Lips laughed with them.

Then Jimmy handed out photocopies of a picture of Marvin Gaye, in a monkey suit. That silenced them for a while.

— He’s gorgeous, isn’t he? said Imelda.

— Yeah, said Natalie.

Joey The Lips looked up from his copy.

— He’s up there watching, Brothers.

— Now, said Jimmy when they all had one. — What’s wrong with tha’?

— Nothin’.

— He looks grand, doesn’t he?

— Yeah.

— We’ll get good ones. Fitted. — Okay?

Outspan looked up.

— Okay.

* * *

One of the best was the night Jimmy gave them their stage names.

— What’s wrong with our ordin’y names? Dean wanted to know.

— Nothin’, Dean, said Jimmy. — Nothin’ at all.

— Well then?

— Look, said Jimmy. — Take Joey. He’s Joey Fagan, righ’? —Plain, ordin’ry Joey Fagan. An ordin’ry little bollix.

— That’s me, Brother, said Joey The Lips. — I’m the Jesus of Ordinary.

— But when Joey goes on-stage he’s Joey The Lips Fagan.

— So?

— He’s not ordin’y up there. He’s special. — He needs a new name.

— Soul is dignity, Joey The Lips reminded them.

— What’s dignified abou’ a stupid name like The fuckin’ Lips?

— I bleed, said Joey The Lips.

— Sorry, Joey. Nothin’ personal.

Joey The Lips smiled.

— It’s part o’ the image, said Jimmy. — Like James Brown is the Godfather of Soul.

— He’s still just James Brown though.

— Sometimes he’s James Mr Please Please Please Brown.

— Is he? said Outspan. — Sounds thick though, doesn’t it?

— Ours won’t, said Jimmy.

He took out his notebook.

— I’ve been doin’ some thinkin’ abou’ it.

— Oh fuck!

— Listen. — Okay, we already have Joey The Lips Fagan, righ’. Now — James, you’ll be James The Soul Surgeon Clifford.

There were cheers and a short burst of clapping.

— Is tha’ okay? Jimmy asked.

— I like it, said James.

He liked it alright. He was delighted.

— The Soul Surgeon performs transplants on the old piano, he said.

— That’s it, said Jimmy. — That’s the type o’ thing. Everyone in the group becomes a personality.

— Go on, Jimmy.

They were getting excited.

— Derek.

— Yes, Jimmy?

— You’re Derek The Meatman Scully.

They laughed.

— Wha’ the fuck’s tha’ abou’? Derek asked.

He was disappointed.

— Are you fuckin’ slaggin’ me?

— You’re a butcher, said Jimmy.

— I know I’m a fuckin’ butcher.

— Yeh play the bass like a butcher, said Jimmy.

— Fuckin’ thanks!

— It’s a compliment, it’s a compliment. — Yeh wield the axe, — know wha’t I mean?

— I’ll wield your bollix if yeh don’t think of a better name.

— Hang on. — You’ll like this. — Over in America, righ’, d’yeh know wha’ meat is?

— The same as it is here.

—’cept there’s more of it.

— No, listen, said Jimmy. — Meat is slang for your langer.

There were cheers and screams.

— That’s fuckin’ disgustin’, said Natalie.

— Hang on a minute, said Derek. — Is Meatman the American way o’ sayin’ Langerman?

— Yeah.

— Why not call him Langerman then?

— Or Dickhead, said Deco.

— Fuck off, you, said Derek.

He wasn’t happy at all.

— Listen, he said.

This wasn’t going to be easy, especially with the girls there.

— There’s nothin’ special abou’ my langer.

— YEEOOW, DEREK!

— Gerrup, Derek, yeh boy yeh!

— A bit of quiet please, Brothers, said Joey The Lips.

— It’s the image, said Jimmy. — Annyway, nobody’ll know wha’ the name stands for till we break it in the States.

— It’s a good name, said Joey The Lips. — Every band needs its Meatman.

— I don’t know, said Derek. — Me ma would kill me if she knew I was called after me gooter.

— She won’t know.

— I’ll tell her, said Outspan.

— Fuck off.

— Righ’, said Jimmy. — Next — Deco.

— Can I be Meatman too, Jimmy?

— No, said Jimmy. — You’re Declan Blanketman Cuffe.

— That’s a rapid name, said Outspan.

— Politics an’ sex, said Jimmy. — Wha’ d’yeh think, Deco?

— Yeah, said Deco.

— Billy.

— Howyeh.

— Billy The Animal Mooney.

— Ah deadly! Animal. — Thanks, Jimmy.

— No sweat. — Okay, Dean next. — Dean.

Dean sat up.

— You’re Dean Good Times Fay.

Cheers.

— That’s grand, said Dean.

— Wha’ abou’ us? said Imelda.

— Hang on, said Jimmy. — Outspan, we can’t call yeh Outspan.

— Why not?

— It’s racialist.

— WHA’!

— It’s racialist. — South African oranges.

— That’s fuckin’ crazy, Jimmy, said Billy.

— It’s me jaysis name, said Outspan.

— Not your real name.

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