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You were out of tune.
You were flat.
'Cause I read on the Internet
that you used to play bass.
So, um, I think seeing
as we've got Violet
doing some guitar on this,
this should be a family affair.
I'm a producer
'cause I don't play bass, baby.
Yes, you are...
You got to do it.
You got to do it...
All right, all right.
Come in whenever you want, you know?
You can wait.
Just, you know, keep it simple.
- OK.
- You're gonna be great.
- I don't even know if I'm gonna play.
- Whatever.
If you feel like it, do it, OK?
You know, it's totally cool.
You know, but don't feel like
you have to overdo it
or prove anything.
These guys are serious musicians.
Guys, can we...
Sorry. Can we take five?
All right, lefs take five.
Five, not ten.
Hey.
I'm back in New York for a gig.
I got your singing message.
I have to see you.
Uh, call me.
Please call me.
- Turn down that motherfucking music!
- Give us three more minutes!
- I'm calling the cops!
- You're not calling the cops!
Oh my God!
Oh, Violet!
And now the police!
Come on, let's go.
- Hello.
- Congratulations.
Thank you. We should have
a toast right now.
- To your album?
- To our album.
- Really?
- All right. Don't get too excited.
- I'm just trying it out.
- OK.
Should we toast with that?
Goddamn, how do people drink that?
We're gonna play a game, OK?
We're gonna play a song
that is impossible to not dance to.
I defy you not to dance to this song.
This is good.
This is good!
You know you want to.
You know you want to!
You know you want to.
So where is it?
You know you want to.
You do, you do.
There it is!
There it is!
I'll see you.
I'm gonna give them a ride home.
- Cool.
- Good night.
Good night.
- Bye.
- Thank you for everything.
No, thank you for everything.
- See you.
- Bye!
- Good night, Gretta.
- Good night, Gretta.
It's gonna be awesome.
So, how was touring?
Touring was amazing,
grueling, punishing,
- inspiring.
- Did you find yourself?
I don't know.
You certainly found a beard, anyway.
Look at that thing.
Yeah.
It's... it's intense.
- It's big.
- Yeah.
Did Mim go with you?
On tour?
You want to go straight into this, then?
- Yeah?
- Are you...
are you the happiest couple ever?
Or did you... break up after a month
and she came back
to New York on a bus?
It was a train... actually.
I'm sorry.
I'm being a b*tch.
No. You're entitled.
So...
what have you been up to?
God...
It's... amazing, Gretta.
- Really?
- Totally.
Ambient sound, and... the city.
That's it?
No overdubs? Nothing?
No, no, no, it's just
the way you hear it.
- God, it's so great.
- Yeah.
- They're really offering you a deal?
- No... well, I don't know.
He has to play it to his
partner first. So we'll see.
I cannot believe
what he's done with your songs.
I know. He's amazing.
- You should get him to do your record.
- No, it's too late.
We just finished mastering
the record in LA.
I recorded in various
studios on the road.
- Wow. So, what's it called?
- "On the Road."
Oh.
Kind of like Kerouac.
Yeah. Yeah, it is.
That's actually a
terrible album name.
No, I...
- I mean, it worked for him.
- No. it's bad.
- It's...
- I know that you know ifs bad, too.
No, I'm...
- you know...
- Anyway, would you like to go hear it?
- I would love to hear it.
- OK.
All right...
what do you think?
I think I need to listen to it again.
No. No, I want...
I want your immediate reaction.
- My immediate reaction?
- Mm-hmm.
OK, um...
I... I think that you've lost
the songs in the production.
You know?
I mean, OK, take Lost Stars."
I wrote it as a... as a ballad,
and... I don't know,
- it sounds like a piece of stadium pop.
- Ooh.
Yeah, but I wanted to
turn it into a hit.
- Why?
- Why?" What kind of question is that?
You're the writer.
You get sole writing credit on it.
- This is huge for you.
- Yeah, but, I mean,
you weren't supposed to lose the song
in it, you know? I mean, it's...
it's delicate.
I really... I just...
I think you should get it remixed.
Ah, but everyone loves it
when we do it. It's amazing.
You have to come see it live.
The reaction to it,
the energy in the room just changes.
Why are you so worried
about what other people think?
Ifs... it's our song.
It is, but, you know,
isn't that what music is about?
- It's about sharing it with people.
- No, not that song, Dave.
OK, well, good, then
who do we get to remix this?
Mim. Maybe you should
get Mim to remix it.
Really? OK, so this is obviously
not anything about the album.
You think?
Don't. Don't become this, like,
music biz couple, you know?
Arguing about our, um...
our albums.
The funny thing about this is that I'd
throw that f***ing record into the ocean
if we could just continue
this conversation right now.
This is what I want to
talk about. OK?
And if I could somehow
say something or do anything
that would undo
what I did to us, then...
just tell me what it is.
Help me.
Would you?
Would you throw it in the ocean?
Would you...
would you want me to?
No.
No, I just,
you know, I think...
I think everything's changed.
And I'm... I'm just
finding it a bit hard to adjust.
I know. It makes sense.
But we're just gonna have
to find a way to...
get through this,
get through this together.
When did you, like,
when did you realize that?
When you sang to me on my voice-mail.
I realized that nobody on Earth
in their right mind
would ever do anything remotely
like that, and... that killed me.
That crushed me.
You...
...completely won me over.
I wasn't trying to win you over,
I was trying to tell you to f*** off.
And I had. And...
...and now, you know, you've...
you've come back and...
...and you've opened the whole thing up
again, and I think, actually, I think...
I think I'm gonna have to go.
Um, take that.
I'm gonna go,
'cause it's all a bit much.
I hear you. Just...
...take your time.
I'm not going anywhere.
- You're gonna stay on the bench?
- Yes, I'm gonna live on this bench.
Uh-huh.
Come to the Gramercy.
On Saturday. Please.
Just hear the song.
I want you to see...
...h0w everyone's just falling
in love with what you created.
Please don't play it like that.
OK.
Well, look at you. A vision of
pure class. There's my daughter.
- No way.
- There it is.
- Is this it?
- Yeah.
- There you are.
- Yeah.
You look great.
Look how cool you are.
Can I keep this?
Show all my friends?
Hell, yeah.
That's what it's for, babe.
- Look at you. Hilarious.
- Why is that hilarious?
I just had no idea
you were that talented.
I mean, I just didn't know.
You're, like...
you're a real guitar player.
You got... you got some talent.
Seriously.
What, do you want me to
start a band now, and...?
Yeah. Let's start a band.
- Let's start a band"?
- Yeah. Why not?
I'll record you.
I'll produce you.
I like this idea.
- Do you?
- Yeah.
You all... motivated now?
It's a family business.
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