Sc. 4 – Origins of Goo Goo/Lost

Leroy Villanueva as Oscar Gutierrez

Origins of Goo Goo – Lost

4) ORIGINS OF GOO GOO

SOLO – Jazz Club 1942

OSCAR

Why he hadda name me
Why he hadda name me Goo Goo Gutierrez.
Why he hadda name me Goo Goo?
Sounds like a baby:
Goo-goo, goo-goo.
Goo-Goo ga Goo-Goo
Gotta gotta gotta be kidding me!

Goo-goo, Goo-Goo Goo-Goo!
I’m sixteen, not a baby, a man!
A man with a plan! Man! A man with a plan!
Man with a plan!

Oscar starts to imitate a horn player swinging to his own rhythm.
Goo-goo, ga goo-goo goo-goo goo-goo, Man!
Goo-goo-goo, goo-goo-goo, ga goo-go-goo, Ha!
Ga Goo-goo, Ga goo-goo, Ga goo-goo, Hey!
Goo-goo-goo ha! Goo-goo-goo hey!
Goo-goo-goo ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

One chair over and I’d a been Zoot.
A Zoot Zoot,–Zoot-zoot, Hey!
Goo-goo, goo-goo, Ha!
Zoot Zoot,–Zoot-zoot, Hey!
Don’t I look sharp in my zoot suit, zoot suit?
A Zoot-zoot, zoot-zoot , zoot-zoot, be dab ba,
Zoot-zoot, zoot-zoot , zoot-zoot, be day,
A Zoot-zoot, zoot-zoot, Zoot-zoot, be da ba
zoot-zoot , zoot-zoot, be da ba de ba!

I just can’t play the same old licks like
Every other cat with a reed,
Every other cat with a reed, cat with a reed
cat with a reed, cat with a reed!
A Reed-reed–

LEW:
Zoo za bu-zah za
Zoo zoo za bu, etc.

OSCAR:
reet-reet, look at my reet pleats.
Reed-reed, reet-reet, look at my pleats.
A Reed-reed, reet-reet, look at my reet pleats.
Reed-reed, reet-reet, reet-reet, be dee do!
Reet, tweet tweet, Zwee dee deet,
Zee doo dot, Zwee doo deet!
Bo bee, ba doo bo!  Zway da doo o be yow oo.

TENOR:
Zoo zoo zazah za!

OSCAR
I gotta make a mark, I gotta have a sound,
my sound, my sound! my sound, my sound!
my sound, my sound! my sound!
my sound, my sound! my sound, my sound!
Not like every other cat with a reed.
my sound, my sound! my sound, my sound!

Oscar sings a scat that doubles with a sax that plays a classic standard solo passage

If I invert the chords
Ba doo doot Doo da doot,
Ba ba doo da boo yah doo doo da, doo da
And double up
And double up
double up
double up
double up
double up
double up

Improvise off the changes, not the melody,
I can play any note in the scale,
And if I resolve it, resolve it, resolve it within the chord, it be solid, man.
Solid, man. Solid, man. Solid, man.

Ba di bebam, ba di be bam man!
Man with a plan, man with a plan man!
Ba di be bam, ba di be bam man! Man with a plan!

Ba ba doo ba doo ba doo, doo wat, doo wat,
Ba ba doo ba doo ba doo, Doo wat ee doo wat day!
Ba be boo, ba ba da ba
ba bo ba bwa bwa bo ba da ba

The lights come up and Oscar’s no longer alone, he’s in the middle of a band

OSCAR + TENOR:
Bwa ba bo ba bwa, Bwa bwa bwa duh
Gonna blow the roof off this joint!

OSCAR + TENOR + SOPRANO:
Bwa ba bo ba bwa, Bwa bwa bwa duh
Gonna blow the roof off of this joint!
Bwa ba bo ba bwa, Bwa bwa bwa duh Bwa ba bo ba bwa, Bwa bwa bwa duh
Bwa ba bo ba bwa, Bwa bwa bwa duh Bwa ba bo ba bwa, Bwa da ba
Watch Out. Watch Out.
Watch Out. Watch Out.
Watch Out. Watch Out. Watch Out.

LOST
SOLO – Jazz Club 1942
Shirley Interrupts Oscar’s solo, Jazz Club becomes still

SHIRLEY:
Watch out. Watch out. Watch out.
Stay away from uniforms, Oscar
Your reet pleats
Your killer diller
Drape cape
Is as much a uniform
As fatigues.

Believe me,
Zoot
Is not cute.
Believe me,
I’ve seen whites
Rip off those drapes,
Not too drunk to punch.
Believing what they read
About those luckless
Boys from Mexico.
Believing they were fighting
A war at home.
Believing all Mexicans
Are the same:
Pachucos.

I was there.
Mrs. Bass sent me to the trial
Of the Sleepy Lagoon defendants.
17 downy-faced kids
Sent to San Quentin and the county jail
Because they had drape capes
And ducktails.

Mrs. Bass said,
They were guilty of a crime:
The Crime: Being Mexican.
The Crime: Being Foreign-born.
But her paper, my paper was a lone voice.
Crying, Crying Crying
Crying in the wilderness.
Drowned out by Hearst
Drowned out by Chandler
Drowned out. Drowned out. Drowned out.

On August 2, 1942,
By a reservoir,
Jose Diaz died.
Beer flowed.
A fight broke out.
The losers left mad—
vowing to get even.

Diaz had bruises on his face and fists.
His brother found him stabbed, his head smashed in.
The papers fueled the fire
They said the losers—
blind, drunk and crazed—had done this, done this.

The papers had no proof.
Just brittle fear—
Dry as brush before a fire.

His head, they said, was crushed by a car.
But it had driven away.
A blur on the new parkway.
Lost—to evidence.
Lost—like the five in county jail.
Lost—like the nine boys serving five to life,
Lost—like the three boys serving life terms,
Lost
Lost

For this I went to school?
For this I learned to write?
For this I left Boyle Heights,
The fierce, flawed melting pot
Where my family
And Oscar’s
Lived side by side?

LEW:
Side By Side

SUSAN:
Side by Side

OSCAR:
My Sound

Mrs. Bass
Can handle
Crying in the wilderness.
But sometimes
I just want to cry:
Lost,
lost.

LEW:
Lost

SUSAN:
Lost

OSCAR:
My Sound

 NEXT: 

SC. 5) WATCH OUT

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