H: How they created that guitar sound you’ll find explained on the internet.
B: Never heard of them.
H: Impressed?
B: …
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H: Like for example, the one you’re listening to now. It’s not just the guitars, it’s the way it’s been recorded.
B: …
H: Don’t you love the electric energy coupled with the catchy melody?
B: Okaaay …. maybe.
H: I wouldn’t know, just expressing, just guessing, you’re the musician, I am the philistine.
B: The distanced-echoey effect?
H: Surely that’s the recording? And on purpose? And it’s brilliant, right?
B: I want to listen to it more first.
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H: I’m not as daft as I look, you know.
B: Do you know you sound like my dad?
H: What does he make you listen to?
B: Oh My God, Bruce Springsteen.
H: Nothing wrong with that.
B: Not that he could hit my strings with his bow, Husten.
H: What about Hüsker Dü then?
B: Burn me a copy.
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H: Sorry about the other night, by the way.
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B: I need to get out of this place, Husten, you know, London or Berlin or something.
H: Down South, hey? So that you don’t have to fight off people like me?
B: Exactly, darling.
H: I know, I know … You’re gonna go far. I just know you will.
B: You’re sounding like my dad again.
H: I wish my dad would have said so when I was young. I’m sure he believed in me, but he was, ah, well, nevermind.
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B: You’re missing A, aren’t you?
H: My dad, my family, my roots, my youth, my invincibility … aye, A.
B: You need a crash course in self-respect. You’re driving away all the friends that you made up here. All that drinking, for the love of God, Husten, come on!
H: A is still seeing me.
B: Precisely. She is too friendly, too nice and too insecure to get rid of you, Husten. What about your friends?
H: She is not insecure! What about my friends? They’re all still here. She told you this?
B: Some of them don’t even know about you and A. A is not too happy about that.
H: It’s so complicated, B.
B: I’m just saying that you have to be careful. With everyone.
H: Don’t make that gay … fake … camp … hand movement when … like you just did then.
B: Oh well, if you don’t want to listen to what I’ve got to say.
H: If I had a Chinese tourist souvenir fan, I’d give it to you right now.
B: You will lose her eventually, you know, if you continue like this.
H: I will lose her. No matter what I do or don’t do. Full stop.
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B: Can I play something I like?
H: I hate it when people like you and A, you know, half my fucking age, try to lecture me.
B: You are such a sweet, pretentious, self-obsessed imbecile.
H: Play whatever you fancy.
B: Sufjan?
H: Absolutely. Let’s discuss your love life, hey?
B: Now we’re talking.
H: Been the sweet, pretentious, self-obsessed queen lately?
B: Oh Husten, after you were, hmm, forced to leave my birthday party, this gorgeous, skinny, Brazilian-looking guy came in and pierced his eyes straight at ….
H: Stop right there. Will you make it a bit less gay-cliche, please? I’m trying to write this down and it has to look good …
