MySpace
Facebook

ReverbNation


HOME NEWS RETROSPECTIVE TOUR REPERTOIRE VIDEOS GALLERY SWAG NEW CD FUTURE CONTACT



Excerpt from

Scotty “Boy” McCoy

The Movie


By

Scotty “Boy” McCoy

© 2010



Song Color Code:

Purple = cover song

Yellow = original song







OPENING

Band playing “Sixteen Tons” at a big venue to an enthusiastic crowd.  As it gets to the solo, the music drops and the narrator begins…

NARRATOR:  You recognize that song?  You probably shouldn’t, but most folks do.  It’s an old Merle Travis song that Tennessee Ernie Ford had a number one hit with in 1955.  That’s me and my band doing our rocked up version.  But believe me it’s taken a long road to get here…


Scene 1

An old, wooden backwoods Baptist church in the hills of East Tennessee with an outdoor toilet.  The shot starts from outside while the preacher inside builds in his sermon or there is singing.  The shot moves inside.  It’s very hot and there is no air conditioning.  Still, the congregation sits intently listening to an older preacher lay on the fire and brimstone.  Over the course of the scene he will give the “call to be saved” and at least one lost soul will walk up and give his life over to Jesus.  This moment will be quite dramatic with the congregation standing and singing some classic, country, gospel hymn like “In the Sweet By and By”.

Meanwhile, toward the front rows sits a grandmother and her fidgety 7 to 9 year old grandson (me) and a cute, little blond girl and her mother.  The shot sweeps through the church and finally stops on me.

NARRATOR:  My name is Scott McCoy.  My friends call me Scotty “Boy”.  That’s my grandfather up there a sweatin’ and a hollerin’.  I didn’t realize it until later, but this was my first exposure to show business.  But, like many things in my life, I hated it.  I hated gettin’ up in the mornin’.  I hated puttin’ on these ridiculous clothes.  I hated sittin’ still.  I hated the singin’.  I hated all these old, stinky people.  And I couldn’t understand, for the life of me, why in the world the same bunch of folks would come to the same church every week to hear the same sermon about giving your life to Jesus.  Weren’t all these folks already saved?  I didn’t get it.

I tried to find a way to enjoy the music by tappin’ along to the beat, but it only irritated my grandmother.  [Grandmother smacks tapping fingers.] I did however like this particular church because there was a little blond girl who would somehow end up sittin’ next to me, and she would let me touch her butt during the service.  [Boy touches girl’s butt.]

LITTLE BLOND GIRL:  (In something of a whisper, but not exactly.) Stop touchin’ my butt!

Scene cuts to us in her bedroom playing dolls and kissing.

NARRATOR:  Sometimes after church, we’d go over to her house and she and I would play dolls in her room and kiss.  One day, her folks decided to cook us lunch.

Scene cuts to a farmer in overalls twisting the head off a chicken.

NARRATOR:  I’m not sure we stayed for lunch.  [Car races away from a rickety house down a gravel road]

Scene cuts back to the church.

NARRATOR:  So, here we are gettin’ close to his big finish.  My grandfather is takin’ off his jacket and lookin’ for a sinner.  And sure enough, some fool timidly comes from the back of the church hangin’ his head while the sangin’ gets louder and my grandfather gets louder and eventually gets down on one knee askin’ him if he’s ready to “accept the Lord Jesus as his one and only savior” while this poor fella starts cryin’ his eyes out.

Camera shows the two stand up and face the congregation who continue to sing while members of the church come up and congratulate him. 

NARRATOR:  So, this is where I got my first musical influence and where I got my first glimpse of show business, and yep, you heard me right, that’s my grandfather up there, so yep, that makes my mamma… the preacher’s daughter.

Scene cuts to a young blond woman and man in a car blazin’ down the highway circa 1960.  [Song on the radio is “Don’t Dial the Devil”.] She’s laughing and having fun and they’re both smoking and drinking.  He’s wearing a white t-shirt with a pack of cigarettes rolled up in his sleeve.

NARRATOR:  And, of course, naturally, she had a bit of a wild side to her and got herself hitched to a local hoodlum…my dad.  [Shot cuts back in time to close up of a teenage boy stealing hubcaps.] Apparently, his folks had to leave his hometown because he got caught stealin’ hubcaps.  That always seemed to me like a pretty extreme reason to leave town, so I figured he was either really good at it, or it was a mighty big deal in Kankakee, Illinois.  [Shot pulls back to reveal he’s stealing hubcaps from a cop car with a cop in it!]

I always called my dad a dreamer and my mamma the realist ‘cause he always seemed to have these big ideas and she always seemed real practical.  Unfortunately, he never seemed to have a job.

Scene cuts to montage of scenes of father getting fired and leaving jobs. 

NARRATOR:  We did finally settle down at the end of cul de sac in East Tennessee.  I seemed like a good kid, but I guess my father had some influence on me as I do remember this one incident where my babysitter told her son and me to pick up the dog shit from the back of the yard.  It was filled with dog shit and I was pissed.  Wasn’t this their dog?  How did this stinky-ass job become my responsibility?  I found a stick and realized you could sling the dog shit out of the yard.  Cranky as I was about this assignment, I flung some up on the side of their house.  Pretty soon her son joined right in and we’d cleaned up the whole back yard.  [Shot of boy flinging dog shit on the side of a house.  Shot of side of house, covered in dog shit.] ‘Course, they weren’t nearly as pleased with our work as we were.

Scene cuts to me getting my ass whipped with a clear, pink, plastic hair brush. 

Scene cuts to Christmas in a trailer on dad’s side of the family in Florida with a large redneck family sitting around singing a carol to a little grandma at the organ.

NARRATOR:  My dad’s side of the family was actually quite talented.  Apparently my aunt was quite a good singer, my dad played the drums, and my grandmother could play piano and was one of the sweetest, most wonderful people I’ve ever known.  She always seemed very young at heart and I think I’ve modeled my way of life on her way of lookin’ at thangs.  At Christmas I’d go visit her in Daytona Beach, Florida and she had this big, electric organ with drum beats and all kinds of sounds.  She would sing Johnny Mathis hits and all kinds of standards.  I would futz around with that thing every chance I got.

Eventually, I decided I wanted a guitar, and though I looked a lot like John Denver on the outside, inside, I knew someday, I was gonna rock!

Old still shot of 13 year old boy in roundish glasses with plaid pants and an uncomfortable Christmas sweater with first cheap-ass electric guitar. Scene could close to music from the church wrapping up big hymn from opening.

NARRATOR:  What I didn’t know is that “it’s a long way to the top if you wanna rock & roll.”






NEWS RETROSPECTIVE TOUR
REPERTOIRE VIDEOS GALLERY
SWAG NEW CD FUTURE
HOME CONTACT
Copyright © 2006 Scotty "Boy" McCoy, all rights reserved.