A.C. Newman from The New Pornographers visits the world famous Brill Building in New York City and meets a pair of legendary songwriters.

Full Credits

Starring - Carl Newman, Julie Klausner and Anthony Atamanuik
Written and Directed by Jake Fogelnest
Director of Photography - Paul Rondeau
Hair and Make Up Artist - Anthony Reyes
Sound by Jason Todd
Produced by Sean Boyle and Doug Brady
Special Thanks - Gabe Spierer and Claire Taylor

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Transcript

(music plays)

> (male voice):
IN THE EARLY
S, SONG WRITERS
SQUEEZED INTO TINY ROOMS INSIDE
THE BRILL BUILDING AND CREATED
ROCK AND ROLL.
THEY'D GRIND OUT HITS
LIKE "BE MY BABY",
"LEADER OF THE PACK", AND,
"YOU DON'T OWN ME" UNTIL
THE BRITISH INVASION CAME
AND CONQUERED. LEAVING
THE BRILL BUILDING EMPTY.
(sound of an elevator bell)

> EXCEPT FOR THESE TWO
WEIRDOS.

> HELLO...

> OVER HERE DUMMY.

> COME DOWN HERE. THERE YOU GO.

> VERY GOOD, RIGHT OVER
HERE, SIT DOWN.

> GOOD JOB.

> GOOD JOB.

> THANK YOU FOR SITTING
DOWN WITH ME. MY NAME
IS CARL, I'M ALSO A SONG WRITER.
I HAVE A BAND
CALLED THE NEW
PORNOGRAPHERS.

> I KNOW
A GUY ON 43RD AND 8TH AVENUE.
HE'LL TAKE YOU TO
A REAL STAG FIELD, IF THAT'S
WHAT YOU'RE INTO.

> WHO JERRY?
HE'S DISGUSTING.

> OH, NO HE'S FINE.

> NO HE'S NOT. HE'S A CREEP.
HE WEARS THOSE
THIN BLACK SOCKS.

> SO UH, HOW LONG HAVE
YOU TWO
BEEN HERE AT THE
BRILL BUILDING?

> OH, I DON'T KNOW.
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN
A PAIN IN MY ASS?!

> WE ARE THE BRILL BUILDING.
PERHAPS YOU ARE
FAMILIAR WITH SOME OF
OUR HIT TUNES.

> 1961, BABY
YOU'RE SOMETHING ELSE.

> OH YEAH, NUMBER 5 ON
THE CASH BOX.
, HE HIT ME AND I WAS
OK WITH IT.

> THAT'S NUMBER 22
ON THE BILLBOARD CHARTS.

> 1963...

> YOU KNOW WHAT?
WE DIDN'T CHART IN 1963.

> PRESIDENT KENNEDY HAD
BEEN SHOT. WHAT ARE WE
SUPPOSED TO DO - WRITE A SONG
CALLED GRASSY KNOLL?

> I TRIED.

> YOU KNOW, YOU GUYS
LOOK REALLY YOUNG.

> OH, JACK LALANNE'S BEEN
GIVING ME ENEMAS SINCE
.

> AND I STILL HAVE ACCESS
TO QUAALUDE'S, AND THEY'RE
VERY GOOD FOR THE SKIN.
LET ME ASK YOU SOMETHING CARL,
ARE YOU A PROFESSIONAL SONG
WRITER, OR DO YOU JUST
SHOW UP AND BORE PEOPLE?

> YOU WANT TO HEAR SOMETHING
THAT I WROTE?

> YES, PLAY US A SONG. WHY DON'T
YOU DO THAT.

> YES, I'LL PLAY YOU A SONG.

> YOU KNOW, PHIL SPECTOR
DIDN'T MURDER THAT GIRL.
(sound of a police siren is heard)

> THIS IS THE SONG I
WROTE FOR MY SON.
(sings) And now I'm
jumpin' canyon
I feel the planning
Been planning for the
monumental challenge
Feeling you must fight
the voice stop free wheelin'
If I see no hope for me
I still seek hope for you
In the high rise of the morning
The exception proves my rule

> THAT WAS SOME REAL HOT GARBAGE.

> YOU HAVE
NO PLACE HERE AT THE
BRILL BUILDING.

> WELL, SORRY I WASTED
YOUR TIME.

> YOU SHOULD
BE A TOILET REPAIR MAN IN
TRENTON NEW JERSEY.

> DON'T LET THE DOOR HIT YOUR
TUCHUS ON THE WAY OUT.
GET OUT OF HERE.

> GO. GO. WALK FASTER.

> YEAH.

> THERE'S AN ELEVATOR
OVER THERE.

> BETTER YET, OPEN THE WINDOW
AND THROW YOURSELF
OUT.

> JUMP OUT OF A WINDOW.

> MAKE A WISH ON THE WAY DOWN.

> WE DON'T LIKE YOU.
(sound of an elevator bell)

> YOU KNOW WE'VE BEEN
DEAD FOR 15 YEARS RIGHT?

> YES.
I'M A G-G-GHOST.

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