It’s less that Eddie has the look of a dealer: maybe he does, in some
stereotypical way, but a good half or more of the kids Teddy grew up with —
and their parents — have exchanged drugs and money in one direction or
another. There’s no ‘look’. Nah, the joke is more vibes. Eddie and Teddy
seem in many ways cut from the same cloth, and drugs totally aside, ‘is it
legal’ has never been Teddy’s main consideration about …a lot of things,
really.
It takes Teddy a minute. “Oh, you mean — someone here who’s a cop back
home? And yeah, I’m pretty sure their governor got all soapboxy and hasn’t
even legalized medical.
“I know so little about Indiana? Like — I was born and lived 10 years in
the state next door and just a hop over, after that, but about what I got
is…’oh, it’s the other state you go to if you’re in a dry county in
Kentucky and you need beer’. Or fireworks, according to my friends in
Louisville,” she laughs. “It’s got…NASCAR? I don’t know.”
Teddy watches with a beam as Eddie takes in the surroundings; it only gets
wider when he turns back with an intent look. They’d been hoping, really,
that he’d say that. There are like 3000 songs he’s missed out on so
if he had wanted to explore Teddy’s choice of music they’d have
completely understood. But.
“Fuck yeah we are.”
Nothing really compares to playing with someone. Even writing and
performing solo, they usually miss playing with a band and like to rope in
collaborators; it’s more just that it doesn’t fit Scrip’s…whole thing.
“Obviously,” Teddy scoffs. “What’s the point of three guitars that only I
can touch? The one on the far end’s a twelve string hollowbody,” she adds,
gesturing as they make their way to the ‘stage’,
“and then there’s — the one in the middle’s more like a Super Strat, got a
sweet 24 fret setup with a thinner neck so you can shred all day,” she
sneaks a grin at Eddie: pretty sure this will be his choice, though, who
knows! “And the one on the near end’s essentially my dream version Les
Paul, with the humbuckers and that rounder sound. Just like — my kid in a
candy store wishlist, basically.”
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It’s less that Eddie has the look of a dealer: maybe he does, in some stereotypical way, but a good half or more of the kids Teddy grew up with — and their parents — have exchanged drugs and money in one direction or another. There’s no ‘look’. Nah, the joke is more vibes. Eddie and Teddy seem in many ways cut from the same cloth, and drugs totally aside, ‘is it legal’ has never been Teddy’s main consideration about …a lot of things, really.
It takes Teddy a minute. “Oh, you mean — someone here who’s a cop back home? And yeah, I’m pretty sure their governor got all soapboxy and hasn’t even legalized medical.
“I know so little about Indiana? Like — I was born and lived 10 years in the state next door and just a hop over, after that, but about what I got is…’oh, it’s the other state you go to if you’re in a dry county in Kentucky and you need beer’. Or fireworks, according to my friends in Louisville,” she laughs. “It’s got…NASCAR? I don’t know.”
Teddy watches with a beam as Eddie takes in the surroundings; it only gets wider when he turns back with an intent look. They’d been hoping, really, that he’d say that. There are like 3000 songs he’s missed out on so if he had wanted to explore Teddy’s choice of music they’d have completely understood. But.
“Fuck yeah we are.”
Nothing really compares to playing with someone. Even writing and performing solo, they usually miss playing with a band and like to rope in collaborators; it’s more just that it doesn’t fit Scrip’s…whole thing.
“Obviously,” Teddy scoffs. “What’s the point of three guitars that only I can touch? The one on the far end’s a twelve string hollowbody,” she adds, gesturing as they make their way to the ‘stage’,
“and then there’s — the one in the middle’s more like a Super Strat, got a sweet 24 fret setup with a thinner neck so you can shred all day,” she sneaks a grin at Eddie: pretty sure this will be his choice, though, who knows! “And the one on the near end’s essentially my dream version Les Paul, with the humbuckers and that rounder sound. Just like — my kid in a candy store wishlist, basically.”