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...Clan Maxwell Society. "We meet four times a year, wear kilts, promote Scottish culture." Another clan member, Kenn, a fourth-generation American with a Pavarotti girth and an approximate voice, whose favorite songs are Old Scot Mother and Tobermory Bay, opens tonight with the song no one else dares sing if he is present: New York, New York...
Maggie, whose theme song is Never on Sunday, is keeper of the mike, passing it around, encouraging the people sitting beyond the spotlight. "Sing! Sing! You can do it!" Maggie is a head bank teller and has a daughter entering medical school, but she still says, "If Margaret wasn't here, I'd never come in. If you are raised in the South, you don't walk into a bar alone-you just wouldn't be a lady in my mother's opinion." Margaret's bar is not a pickup place...
...something on every one of us," says Maggie. "Well, they do confide in me," sighs Margaret. "I've always kind of gotten to know the customers, been attached to them. You become like family, become concerned." When a blond named Barbara stands by the piano to sing Guess Who I Saw Today, her escort, named Ben, says to the entire circle, "She was after me and after me, and we'd break up over it, and finally I thought, what the hell, and I said let's do it, let's get married. And she said...
When Frenchmen are drinking they like to sing Chevaliers de la Table Ronde. Americans sing Five Foot Two, Eyes of Blue. The crowd shouts along, gathering strength for Dixie. "This is a fabulous group," says Melvar, a definite regular at 72. "We celebrate birthdays, weddings, funerals. In all these years we've only lost two men who could sing. Ralph's memorial service is tomorrow, and we're all going." "The party's over," sings Kenn. Margaret closes: "I'm so glad you all came...
...Salieri cannot drown the haunting elegance of his rival's work. Even though the public prefers his own sing or melodies, Salieri is tormented by the knowledge that Mozart alone possesses true genius. And so the jealous man seizes upon a plan of total destruction. In a voice that carries no hint of remorse, the aged composer reveals to the speechless Priest his decision to commission a requiem from Mozart, and then murder his rival. At the funeral, the cathedral would swell with a stirring mass for the dead musician, written by his devoted friend Antonio Salieri...