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The Heart of Rock and Roll's Still Beating: The Huey Lewis and the News Story 

by mike senese



CHAPTER ONE 

Let's begin by saying that the history of the greatest Rock and Roll band to ever come out of San Francisco is a bit of a mystery. No one really knows where these guys came from, or what they went through to get there. All they really know is when they turned on their radios in 1984 and heard the hypnotic beat of "The Heart of Rock and Roll," something just felt right about it. So very, very right. A sensation had begun... 

Now, in the year 2000, someone has come along, brave enough to research what very little is known, and thanks to modern technology, has discovered the true origins of this immortal group. The following excerpts are scenes being developed for a feature length movie, so please read them and visualize how it will all look. Some guides will be given in parenthesis. Enjoy! 

 (Scene: Modern day Huey walking across deserted farm, close up, not much visible besides his face and the old barn in the background. Camera pulls back and it turns into black and white foggy farm valley, circa California 1950's. Narrator begins story, perhaps Charleton Heston or James Earl Jones). 

Huey Lewis was born in Modesto in 1950. Not much in Modesto has changed since then, maybe the technology has developed, but it was as much a farm town as it is today. His father abandoned the family shortly after he was born, leaving the mother with no means of support. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and Huey's mom moved the family in with an acquaintance who had always expressed interest in two things ­ Huey's young mother, and a deliciously stiff bottle of whisky. (Show shots of older man drinking, drunk. Laughing shot, very angry shot, passed out shot) Almost immediately, Huey was put to work, most likely to keep him out of the way. Farm work is hard work, especially when you are a child, and after a long day at work, Huey found his happiness in sitting with the older workers, escaping into the enchanting and haunting sounds of their lonely harmonicas. (show same barn from first scene, in new condition, with a group of workers laughing and singing around a fire outside the barn doors. Young Huey is sitting in the loft of the barn, watching quietly) 

(Scene changes to school yard, two young raggedy boys playing marbles, dirt on their faces and overalls)

On the farm and when at school, Huey would spend time with his friend Calbert, who usually went by JJ. JJ and his father worked the farms with Huey. They had come out to Modesto from Kansas City after JJ's dad lost his saxophone gig playing in the blues bars due to a serious hand injury. He loved his music nonetheless, and was teaching JJ how to play. The older workers would drink and laugh and make him play with them after work, singing and dancing. Although he didn't realize it at the time, the harmonica/saxophone combination was something they'd take to the top of the charts. But first, Huey would have to escape the rigors and hardships that his surrogate father was subjecting him to. (show shots of Huey being grabbed by the collar and yelled at, and "carried" out to the farm to get back to work)   



Next week: CHAPTER TWO

Huey and JJ start to dream of bigger things; disaster strikes JJ's family; Huey fights back  

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About the author: 

Michael Senese is a modern day historian, focusing on the legends of Rock and Roll. He got his start in the SF Bay Area, and now calls Tempe, Arizona his home. He's also gloriously wealthy. A lot more money than most people will probably ever see. But money doesn't make people happy-not the way Huey Lewis does, and that's why Michael has engulfed himself in Huey's world.
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