#evadelvecchio

“So anyway, he yells, way too loudly, it was sticky everywhere! And the entire bar goes silent and the whole thing was so damn awkward, and I wasn’t about to make a joke in that kind of situation, no, I was trying to distance myself from him as much as I possibly could. In the end, though, I went home with his friend.” She shrugged. “He wasn’t too happy about it, but he shouldn’t have been such a weirdo in the middle of the bar.”

Beck gestured vaguely with one hand as he spoke. “Anyway, I’m trying to get this girl to follow any sort of direction I’m giving her, and it’s just not working. She’s not listening, and the song is coming out like shit, and I was literally about to throw the towel in when she starts belting out these high notes like she’s Aretha Franklin, and I was just like, well, shit, where has this been for the past three hours of recording?” Beck was a whiner. He always whined about stupid shit that didn’t really matter. “Honestly, it was like pulling teeth.”