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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Dublin, Obsessed, James with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Commitments'
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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book titled The Commitments.
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conversations.value: The Commitments (novel): Two friends — Derek Scully and "Outspan" Foster — get together to form a band, but soon realise that they don\'t know enough about the music business to get much further than their small neighbourhood in the Northside of Dublin.\nTo solve this problem, they recruit a friend they\'d had from school, Jimmy Rabbitte, to be their manager.\nHe accepts graciously, but only if he can make fundamental changes to the group, the first being the sacking of the third, and mutually disliked, member — their synth player.\nAfter this, Rabbitte gets rid of their name, making them "The Commitments" (stating "All the good 60s bands started with a \'the\'") and, most importantly, forming them from another synthpop group to the face of what he thinks will be the Dublin-Soul revolution.\n("Yes, Lads.\nYou\'ll be playing Dublin Soul.\n") He witnesses a young man singing drunkenly into a microphone at a friend\'s wedding and is struck by the fact he is singing "something approximating music".\nJimmy places an ad in the local paper reading "Have you got soul.\nThen Dublin\'s hardest working band is looking for you".\nEventually, he gets together a mismatched group with seemingly no musical talent, led by mysterious stranger Joey "The Lips" Fagan, who claims to have played trumpet with Joe Tex and the Four Tops.\nWith music fanatic Jimmy Rabbite as their manager, the Commitments seek to fulfil their goal of bringing soul to Dublin.\nIn the beginning, Jimmy includes all of the country Ireland, but later realises that the culchies have everything whereas the Dubliners are the working-class and have nothing.\nBringing soul music to Ireland is then reduced merely to the city.\nTensions run high between the band members, not helped by the jealousy and animosity Joey receives from other male members due to the attention he receives from the female backing singers.\nThe band slowly becomes more and more musically competent and draws bigger and more enthusiastic audiences.\nBut the band falls apart after a gig when Joey is seen kissing Imelda and a fight ensues — all while Jimmy is negotiating to record the band\'s first single with an independent label.\nFagan soon goes to America after Imelda tells him she is pregnant (it turns out she was actually lying, only saying this for the attention).\nIn the end, Jimmy, along with the band\'s other founding members and Mickah, form The Brassers, an Irish hybrid of punk and country.\nThey plan on inviting James into the band after he\'s finished his medical degree, and they discuss getting the ladies involved as well.
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conversations.value: The Commitments (novel): Two friends — Derek Scully and "Outspan" Foster — get together to form a band, but soon realise that they don\'t know enough about the music business to get much further than their small neighbourhood in the Northside of Dublin. \nTo solve this problem, they recruit a friend they\'d had from school, Jimmy Rabbitte, to be their manager. \nHe accepts graciously, but only if he can make fundamental changes to the group, the first being the sacking of the third, and mutually disliked, member — their synth player. \nAfter this, Rabbitte gets rid of their name, making them "The Commitments" (stating "All the good 60s bands started with a \'the\'") and, most importantly, forming them from another synthpop group to the face of what he thinks will be the Dublin-Soul revolution. \n("Yes, Lads. \nYou\'ll be playing Dublin Soul. \n") He witnesses a young man singing drunkenly into a microphone at a friend\'s wedding and is struck by the fact he is singing "something approximating music". \nJimmy places an ad in the local paper reading "Have you got soul. \nThen Dublin\'s hardest working band is looking for you". \nEventually, he gets together a mismatched group with seemingly no musical talent, led by mysterious stranger Joey "The Lips" Fagan, who claims to have played trumpet with Joe Tex and the Four Tops. \nThey quickly start learning how to play their instruments and perform a number of local gigs. \nWith music fanatic Jimmy Rabbite as their manager, the Commitments seek to fulfil their goal of bringing soul to Dublin. \nIn the beginning, Jimmy includes all of the country Ireland, but later realises that the culchies have everything whereas the Dubliners are the working-class and have nothing. \nBringing soul music to Ireland is then reduced merely to the city. \nTensions run high between the band members, not helped by the jealousy and animosity Joey receives from other male members due to the attention he receives from the female backing singers. \nThe band slowly becomes more and more musically competent and draws bigger and more enthusiastic audiences. \nBut the band falls apart after a gig when Joey is seen kissing Imelda and a fight ensues — all while Jimmy is negotiating to record the band\'s first single with an independent label. \nFagan soon goes to America after Imelda tells him she is pregnant (it turns out she was actually lying, only saying this for the attention). \nIn the end, Jimmy, along with the band\'s other founding members and Mickah, form The Brassers, an Irish hybrid of punk and country. \nThey plan on inviting James into the band after he\'s finished his medical degree, and they discuss getting the ladies involved as well.
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conversations.value: Provide the first three paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: The Commitments
  Jimmy Rabbitte knew his music. He knew his stuff alright. You'd never see Jimmy coming home from town without a new album or a 12-inch or at least a 7-inch single. Jimmy ate Melody Maker and the NME every week and Hot Press every two weeks. He listened to Dave Fanning and John Peel. He even read his sisters' Jackie when there was no one looking. So Jimmy knew his stuff.
  The last time Outspan had flicked through Jimmy's records he'd seen names like Microdisney, Eddie and the Hot Rods, Otis Redding, The Screaming Blue Messiahs, Scraping Foetus off the Wheel (—Foetus, said Outspan. —That's the little young fella inside the woman, isn't it?
  So when Outspan and Derek decided, while Ray was out in the jacks, that their group needed a new direction they both thought of Jimmy. Jimmy knew what was what. Jimmy knew what was new, what was new but wouldn't be for long and what was going to be new. Jimmy had Relax before anyone had heard of Frankie Goes to Hollywood and he'd started slagging them months before anyone realized that they were no good. Jimmy knew his music.
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conversations.value: Deco had bought his suit. He bought the shirt and bow on the Thursday before the gig. The other Commitments managed to get into town to hire their suits.
  Joey The Lips got one of his dress suits dry-cleaned. Dean crawled in under his bed and found the one he'd flung under there. He soaked the jacket till the muck was nearly all gone. Then he brought it down to the cleaners.
  Joey The Lips let the girls into the kitchen to change. The lads changed in the garage. There was a lot of slagging of underpants and so on. None of them played football so it was a good while since they'd dressed in this way. They enjoyed it.
  Deco cupped his crotch in both hands (although one could have done) and roared:—I've a bugle here yeh can blow on, 'melda.
  The girls were stunning; very tight black skirts to just above the knee with an extension at the back so they could walk, black sleeveless tops, hair held up, except the fringe, as near to the Ronettes as they could manage, black high heels, loads of black eye shadow, very red lipstick.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: Deco had bought his suit. He bought the shirt and bow on the Thursday before the gig. The other Commitments managed to get into town to hire their suits.
  Joey The Lips got one of his dress suits dry-cleaned. Dean crawled in under his bed and found the one he'd flung under there. He soaked the jacket till the muck was nearly all gone. Then he brought it down to the cleaners.
  Joey The Lips let the girls into the kitchen to change. The lads changed in the garage. There was a lot of slagging of underpants and so on. None of them played football so it was a good while since they'd dressed in this way. They enjoyed it.
  Deco cupped his crotch in both hands (although one could have done) and roared:—I've a bugle here yeh can blow on, 'melda.
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conversations.value: Provide the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Thirty seconds into the song the lads wanted to be The Byrds. They'd been demolished by the rip-roaring guitars and Gene Clark's manly whinge. It was sweet and rough at the same time. The guitars raced each other.
  It was the best they'd ever heard. They didn't just hear it either. They were in its way. It went through them. Man's music.
  Jimmy got the needle up quickly. The next track, The Bells of Rhymney, was a piece of hippy shite and he didn't want the lads to hear it.
  Jimmy spoke. —He'll be a doctor abou' the same time we're puttin' our third album together. An' we'll need a gentler sound, righ', a new direction, like, after the first two cos they'll be real country-punk albums. James' piano will fit in nicely then.