High Fidelity Page #10

you leave, I used it as an excuse to get out.

- Is there anything I can do?

- Come on.

- Where?

- Ill show you. Lets go.

Right.

Dad used to bring us here

when we were kids.

Listen, Rob, would you

have sex with me?

Cause I want to feel

something else than this.

Its either that, or I go home

and put my hand in the fire.

Unless you want to stub

cigarettes out on my arm.

No. I only have a few left.

Ive been saving them for later.

Right. Itll have to be sex then.

Right. Right.

I knew there was a reason

I wore a skirt today.

- Just stay there.

- Okay.

- Hi.

- Hi.

It doesnt seem so long ago

that I looked at you from here.

Hey, go be with your mom.

I'm too tired.

I'm too tired

not to be with you.

Well, so if you had a bit more energy,

wed stay split up?

But things being as they are, with you being

wiped out and all, you wanna get back together?

- Is that it?

- Yeah.

What about Ian?

Well, Rays a disaster.

Look...

I, I know its not

very romantic, Rob.

But there will be romance again

at some stage, I'm sure. I-

- I just-

- So thats it?

Well, youve made it clear

you want me back, so-

Look, um, we can talk about it

later if-if you want to.

Right now, I- I just-

Right now, I just

want to go home with you.

Okay.

So, yeah.

And so we got back together,

and it was great.

She moved all her stuff back in,

all at once.

- So when exactly did you decide to get back with me exactly?

- I'm not telling you.

- See, thats not- not a nice way to play

at all. Thats not- - The better you look

- We went out to dinner every night.

- The more I want you

What else?

- When you turn on your smile

- We stayed in and made love all the time.

- I feel my heart go wild

- We talked about the future.

- important stuff. issues.

- I'm like a child with

- A brand new toy

- How can you like Art Garfunkel and Marvin Gaye?

Thats like saying you support

the Israelis and the Palestinians.

No, its not like saying

that at all actually, Rob.

Marvin Gaye and Art Garfunkel

make pop records.

Made. Made. Marvin Gayes dead.

His father shot him.

You could say it was everything

I ever wanted really.

- Marvin Gaye!

- I know.

"Lets Get It On. "

Thats our song!

Marvin Gaye is responsible

for our entire relationship.

Oh, is that so?

Id like a word with him then.

It was everything

I ever wanted...

except for some

f***in reason...

this-

Excuse me.

Is this Stereolab?

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

I havent heard this one.

Its really good.

Yeah, I know.

- Are you Bob?

- Rob.

Oh, right. Yeah, Rob.

You used to deejay.

I used to go to the Doubledoor

to hear you spin.

You were unbelievable.

- Really?

- I'm Caroline.

Hi.

- What do you do?

- I work for the Reader. I write a music column.

Youre Caroline Fortis?

I read your column.

- Its great. You really know what youre talking about.

- Thanks.

- Rob, phone.

- Can you take a message?

Its your girlfriend.

Excuse me.

Hey.

Hey, what the f*** is this?

- Talk to your woman.

- It was her idea.

Crumbsbusted

Pass the popcorn as I kick-

Laura!

"Dance music for old people"?

Its an idea I had

when I was with, um, Ian...

and I thought it was such a good one that I

was really annoyed we werent together any more.

- It may be why I came back.

- A record release party?

What if I was doing something

that cant be cancelled?

- Rob, what are you ever doing that cant be cancelled?

- Thats not the point!

- The single cannot be done in time. I mean, theres a million things!

- Itll be done.

Oh, guess what.

Barry said his band will play a set.

Barry is playing at this thing?

F***ing, what are you-

Are you insane?

- Barry, Ill give- Ill give you ten

percent of the door if you dont play. - No!

Rob, were getting that anyway.

- Twenty. Twenty percent.

- No! Come on, Rob. We need the gig.

A hundred and ten percent. Thats how

much it means to me not to hear you play.

- Rob, were called Sonic Death Monkey.

- Sonic Death Monkey?

Yeah. And if Laura and her bourgeois

lawyer friends cant handle it, f*** them.

Letem riot.

Were Sonic f***ing Death Monkey.

Let me get this straight.

We made the CD with you.

Now your friends and your girlfriend are throwing

some kind of celebration party or something...

and youre asking us

not to come to the party?

Exactly.

I dont know, dude.

That just seems kind of stupid.

Its just the whole thing

is just blown way out of proportion.

Its just a three-song CD.

Its a single.

Its just-

Its not a big deal.

Its just that

youre making something.

You, the critic,

the professional appreciator...

put something new into the world...

and the second one of those things gets sold

to someone, youre officially a part of it.

Congratulations, Rob.

You know, I guess I think Ive

always been a professional critic...

you know, or some sort of

professional appreciator or something.

And I just wanted to,

you know, do something new...

put something new

out into the world...

you know, kind of really

put my money where my mouth is.

Yeah. Wow. I would- You know,

I would love to hear them.

- Why dont I send it over to you when its, uh, done?

- Really?

- I will look forward to that.

- I will look forward to sending it.

- You know, we should get back to the interview.

- Sure, yeah.

Okay. What are your all-time

top five favorite records?

In a club or at home?

Listen. Ill tell you what.

Why dont I just make you a tape?

Now, the making of a good compilation

tape is a very subtle art.

Many dos and donts.

First of all, youre using someone

elses poetry to express how you feel.

This is a delicate thing.

So, for this one, I'm thinking-

I'm thinking-

When is this gonna stop?

Whens what gonna stop?

Uh, nothin.

Whos the tape for?

Just some girl who interviewed me

for the Reader.

So what am I gonna do now?

Just keep jumping from rock to rock...

for the rest of my life

until there arent any rocks left?

Should I bolt every time I get that

feeling in my gut when I meet someone new?

Ive been thinking with my gut

since I was 14 years old...

and, frankly speaking, Ive come to the

conclusion that my guts have sh*t for brains.

Hi. A drinking lunch

on a school day.

Thats a nice surprise.

- Are you nervous about tomorrow night?

- Not really, no.

Well, um, are you gonna talk to me,

or shall I get my paper out?

- No, no, I'm gonna talk to you.

- Great. What are you gonna talk to me about?

Um, Im gonna talk to you

about whether or not...

you want to get married to me.

- Im serious.

- Yes, I know.

Well, thanks a f***ing bunch.

Im sorry, but two days ago

you were making tapes...

- for that girl from The Reader.

- Yeah.

Well, forgive me if I dont think

of you as the worlds safest bet.

Would you marry me if I was?

- What brought all this on?

- I dont know.

- Im just sick of thinking about it all the time.

- About what?

This stuff. Love and settling down

and marriage, you know?

I want to think

about something else.

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