Holland: You are late. And you left you clarinet here the other day.
Lang: Yeah, umm, and if you know anyone who wants it, I am giving up the clarinet, I am just goofing everybody else up anyway. I just want to say thanks. Thanks for trying.
Holland: Is it any fun? Lang: I wanted it to be.
Holland: You know, we have been doing wrong, Miss Lang? We’ve been playing the notes on the page.
Lang: What else is there to play?
Holland: Well, there’s a lot more to music than notes on a page. These guys, for example, now, they can’t sing, and they have absolutely no harmonic sense. And they are the same three chords over and over again. And I love it. Do you? Lang: yeah Holland: yeah, why? Lang: I don’t know. Holland: yeah, you do. Lang: Because it’s fun?
Holland: That’s right. Because playing music is supposed to be fun. It’s about heart, it’s about feelings moving people and something beautiful in being alive. And it’s not about notes on a page. I could teach you notes on the page, I can’t teach you the other stuff. Do me a favor. Pick up your clarinet and play with me . Lang: Okay Holland: And this time no music. Lang: Oh
Holland: Because you already know it. It’s already in your head and your fingers and your heart. And you just don’t trust yourself to know that. Okay, here we go, ready? 1,2,3,4. Lang: Ah! Holland: Okay, let’s do it again. And this time no so much lip on the mouthpiece. Lang: okay Holland:1,2,3,4, Lang: Ah!
Holland: Alright, no, no, don’t do that. Let me ask you a question. Lang: What? Holland: When you look at the mirror, what do you like best about yourself? Lang: My hair. Holland: Why? Lang: well, my father always says it reminds him of a sunset. Holland: Play the sunset. Close your eyes.1,2,3,4. Don’t stop playing. Lyndon Johnson: I do not find it easy to send the flower of our youth, our finest
young men into battle. But as long as there are men who hate and destroy, we must have the courage to resist. We will stand in Vietnam.
Holland: Just relax, try to use one foot. Try to use one foot! Try to get two feet off! That’s it! Right! Right! One foot! One foot! That’s it! A little too fast! A little erratically! A little erratically! Just little to the right.. Oh! Okay, what have we learned from this? : That was a.. That was a stop sign you went through back there, Mr. Holland.
You’re definitely speeding, Mr. Holland. I don’t think you are just allowed to just pass on the right like that either. This is a one way street, Mr. Holland. Holland: Mr. Hosta, shut up! Maternity, thank you. 205. Iris.
Iris: come meet your son, Coltrane Holland. Holland: How are you doing? Iris: Okay. Look. Holland: Can I? Iris: Sure. Holland: Oh, he’s beautiful. [Yawning] [Laughing] [Sputtering] [Coughing]
Holland: I know an old lady who swallowed a fly. But I don’t know why she
swallowed that fly. Perhaps she will die. I know an old lady who swallowed a spider, it wiggled, giggled and tickled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly, and why she swallowed that fly, perhaps she will die. The kid is a natural. It must have been all that music you played at my stomach while I was pregnant. Ladies and gentlemen, Radio City Music Hall is proud to present Coltrane, Gershwin, Holland. :Mr. Holland, it has come to my attention you are teaching the students rock and roll. Holland: Is this a problem? : Is this a problem? Yes, I think so. Our only job is to teach. We cannot teach and the students cannot learn if there is no discipline. Holland: I am sorry, what exactly is your point, Gene?
:My point is, rock and roll by its very nature leads to a breakdown in discipline. Holland: What would you like me to do? Deny that rock and rolls exists?
: What I am.. what we are saying is that you should be pushing the classics. Brahms, Mozart, Stravinsky.
Holland: Stravinsky was the music of the Russian Revolution if you want to talk about a break down in discipline. : You are deliberately exaggerating.
Holland: How about Kingston Trio? How about sing along with Mickey?
: Just a minute, gentlemen. Mr. Holland, I do not want to interfere in the curriculum of any teacher. But next week I have a meeting with school board. And there are people in this community who believe that rock and roll is a message sent from devil himself. Now when that issue comes up, what can I tell them?
Holland: Mrs. Jacobs, you tell them that I am teaching music. I would use anything from Beethoven to Billie Holiday to rock and roll if I think it’ll help me teach a student to love music.
: That’s a reasonable answer, Mr. Holland. I can tell them that. Holland: Was there something else?
:yes, have you been to any football game this season, Mr. Holland? Holland: I can’t say I have. No.
: well, Mrs. Jacobs and I feel that there’s something missing. Holland: Touchdowns. I am sorry.
: What do you know about marching bands? Holland: Pardon me ?
:Blue,32, set, hut! Get him, get him down! [Grunting] that’s the way to crash down. Holland: hey*3. Drums and sousaphones. Come on ,line up here. Sousaphones on either side. And baritones, and saxes. Here, third line.
: Put you shirttail in. This isn’t a dance. It looks like a party dress. Get it in! Holland: Let’s do it a little bit quicker. You know, we don’t want to be here till it’s dark. We are not even and I’d like to make some attempt to, um. Can you even up here? Can you, like, even this. Do you know what I am saying when I say even up? Line up. There you go. All right*2. Take care of your even some next time. : Get over here. They are over there, you are over here, what are you doing? :sorry, coach. : Are you trying to kill me ?
Holland: Watch my hand, okay? 1,2,3,march. Left ,right. *6 No**3 :Hey, John, let them take a knee.
Holland: no*3. We are clumping, you are clumping up. No*3, people, spread out. I want you to spread. And turn, turn around and keep marching. Keep marching. Left, right*n
: stop! Take a knee. All right, start running. Hats on. And don’t stop until you hear the whistle. Glenn*2 Holland: Man, oh*3 : I take it you were never in an army. Holland: That’s a stupid question.
: I was, men. I marched my keister off. Holland: Well, then, help me out. :okay, you see the kid up in the stands here? That’s Lou Russ, he was the greatest half back this school ever had. I had to toss him off the team because of his grades. Now I am about to loss him for wrestling if I don’t get them up.
Holland: well, what are we talking about? What do you want me to do? Take his tests for him?
:no, but I bet if you had him played in your band, I can talk Jacobs to give him academic credits and then I will help you out here.
Holland: what instrument does he play? : he doesn’t. He doesn’t play anything. Holland: what? Are you kidding?
:No, he’ll fit right in. Glen, listen, you get him to play anything and I will get them to march. Ladies and gentlemen, I am coach Mister, your marching bubby. Holland: You know anything at all about music, Mr. Russ? :no, sir, coach. H:You don’t have to say “sir”, and I am not a coach. So Mr. Holland is just fine. : sorry, sir, I mean, Mr. Holland.
H: don’t apologize. You haven’t done anything yet. You know how to read music
even a little? (-no –no) well, you do realize that you are gonna have to learn at least some of the fundamental of music before you get into the band.
:listen, Mr. Holland, I work hard. I know how to work hard. I am just not a school type of person.
H: okay, well, which instrument do you think you would like to play? :well, I was kind of thinking like… how about electric guitar?
H: well, this is a marching band. This extension cord will kill us. How about the tuba? :Tubas are for fat guys with pimples.
H:well, given the time constraints, how do drums strike you? :A drum! H: You’re ahead, Mr. Russ. Get on the beat, Mr. Russ. Bam, bam, whoa, stop*2. What happened? Where did you go? : I keep losing my place.
H:well, why don’t you find it? Enough of us here already think that time is a
magazine. And I don’t want you confusing us any further. And by the way, it’s not, as they say, considered couth to empty you spit valve in the middle of the
performance, especially not on the foot of the person sitting next to you. Okay, we are getting to the top. 1,2*3. bum*3, whoa*3, stop*3. Okay, boys, you were saved by the bell, alright, same time same place tomorrow, thank you very much. :Mr. Holland, I’d want you to know. H: that you are gonna work very hard, I know, Louis, thank you. :Thanks, Mr. Holland. H: you are welcome.
:will you tell me some stories about the chicks you met when you were on the road. H: That was a different time. I was a very different guy. : Mm-hum.
H:check. : You must be keeping something so good for me because you are always avoiding this line of questioning. H:I’m not avoiding anything. :I know you are. H:it’s just, I lead a different life now. I have a beautiful wife, a gorgeous child. Something you know nothing about. Check.
:I want to have kids some day. H:you ought to find a wife first.
:I don’t want kids that badly. H:checkmate. : All right*3. Besides, the kids at school are like my kids. I want to smack them sometime, but mostly I just want to see them do good. So, Lou can he make it? Is he gonna to make it?
H: I don’t think so. : Glen, come on, I need him. H: A kid doesn’t wrestle, it’s not the end of the world. :For him, it is. If he doesn’t wrestle, he doesn’t have anything else. It’s not about wrestling. I care about the kid.
H:Bill, how am I supposed to keep a kid in a band if he can’t play an instrument? : you teach him. You are telling me that you cannot teach a willing kid like Lou Russ to bang a drum or something?
Holland: I tried. :no*2, you teach him. H: I tried and I can’t.
:well, then, you are a lousy teacher. And I just can’t see a chance like this getting away from him if I can stop it. Look, I was a kid just like him. And if someone hadn’t give me a chance to excel in the one thing I was good at, I never would have
become the brilliant gum-chewing coach that I am. I was kept off the chess team, and well, it’s ruined my life. Do it again, come on.
H:whoa*3 stop*3, Mr. Russ, congratulations, you found the beat.
Announcer: it’s a wonderful day and terrific parade. And here comes an original 1937 Dodge school bus. And there is the princess of spring. Tammy Monroe. She is just great. Kiss, kiss, kiss to blow all around! Isn’t that a great way to spend a weekend? Oh, here comes my favorite. The Fort Vancouver High School Marching Band led by my friend Jim, over 100 instruments.
H:don’t forget I want you to keep your eyes on the shoes of the person in front of you. All right. Have a good time. Ready? No*n. back*2. Just relax. Take a deep breath, we are gonna have fun. We are doing the best we can. Ready? Mr. Benson. : Kenney High, get in there. Let’s go!*2, Kenney!
Announce: now we have the real treat coming down the road. The John Kenney Marching Band. And aren’t they great! Their first year in this parade, led by Glen Holland.
H:Iris, Cole. Was that fun or what?
I:There’s something wrong with Cole. (what?)I don’t know, but I have tried different things. Speaking up behind him, banging pots and screaming his name and stomping on the floor. He turned when I did that, a big smile. He thought I was playing a game. (Iris) I don’t think he can hear.
:Cole has a ninety percent hearing loss. Now, with training he will learn to use what hearing he has left. Treat him as if he’s normal. Talk to him as if he can hear you. I noticed Cole uses gestures to help himself be understood. Let me caution you, don’t use them back. Gestures won’t help him find his place in a hearing world. When he’s older, there are schools that will help him and you to find his voice.
H:He couldn’t hear, all people. Not a thing. And because Beethoven couldn’t hear, the thought of him conducting or let alone composing that’s pathetic to most people. And so to answer them, he composed and conducted the “seventh symphony”. Just try to imagine, Beethoven standing on that podium, holding his baton, his hands waving gracefully through the air, the orchestra in his mind is playing perfectly. And the orchestra in front of him trying desperately just to keep up. There is a story, that in order to write his music, Beethoven literally sawed the legs of his piano, so that he could lay the body flat on the ground. And then, he would down on the ground next to the piano with his ears pressed to the floor. And he would pound his keys with his fingers in order to hear his music through the vibrations off the floor.
:Mr. Holland?*2 If he couldn’t hear, how would he even know what the notes were? Like, if he had never heard a C, how’d he know that’s what he wanted to played? H:well, Beethoven was born deaf.
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