━━━━ “Yeah, the angle of competitiveness back then was you’re either flashy or thrash,” Joakim mused, “loosely on the ‘thrash’ aspect, of course. You’re either the best or you’re sub-par just like everyone else. But that’s why music back then is timeless.” Musicians giving it their all day in and night out? That’s what Joakim was all about. “Sure. Go full indie, too. Use your phone as your main camera, you just need a charger and back up. You’re your own film crew, you’ll be saving money also!” He encouraged, somehow amused with the idea of a biopic about the band. Maybe it can be like that Bohemian Rhapsody film instead? An actual film rather than a mockumentary. “You need to quit on insisting the romantic angle of my killing of you, Isaac,” Joakim remarked, chuckling; “What’s that one film that has that tag line? Nothing is more intimate than murder?” He couldn’t remember. “I get to be Ingrid cus I’m also Swedish. Also, you just wait, and no sooner this mansion will start messing with you—consider this my warning.” He stood up, unplugging the cable from his guitar (wires are never out of style), unplugged his amp, and started packing his instrument. “Wow, I mean, will you let me officially ask you out first before labeling our walk as non-romantic?” Joakim retorted, amused while working on the latches on his case, and finally locking it. He’d ask Isaac to carry the amp for him, but he likes the work out. Guitar case in one hand and heavy amp on the other? An actual workout (his personal sound engineer never failed to remind him of this fact).
Motioning for them to get going, they make their way out of the indoor pool. “You got to meet some of the guests yet?” Joakim asked Isaac as they headed upstairs. A thought came to mind and he decided to voice it out. “I think we can probably ask Dorothy or Toni to move us to a different room if you’re cool with it?” He offered. He kind of dragged Isaac to find him here and made Isaac room with him, sleep on the bed that once belonged to their late friend. It was the least he can do—if possible, and Toni, the non-corporeal manager, will allow it. “Let me just put my stuff inside.” Guitar case and amp back in the room, Joakim went back to Isaac.
“I think we can put your kit in the game room,” he suggested as they make their way to the patio, “but utilize a countermeasure.” If the band did rent out the entire manor, they would have had every room to themselves. “After you,” Joakim said as they near the patio doors.
“ i think most revered drummers back them – revered by the masses, i mean – were some combination. everyone knows keith moon and that guy was flashy and, by the standards of the day, thrashy. bonham... if his ‘moby dick’ solos weren’t known well, he’d just be ‘thrashy,’ ” he replied, mentally tacking on that he couldn’t think of another drummer who met their height in the 1970s who was as well-known by the general public as bonham and moon ( emphasis on the 1970s – people knew ringo, people knew peart, people knew alex van halen, etc. ). “ you see, and that’s why i’ll defend nick mason until the day i fucking die – he wasn’t flashy, he wasn’t thrashy, but he played what the floyd needed him to play – he was fucking integral and no one else could’ve done that for them. ” again, same went for ringo, but they were talking 70s, not 60s. “ man, what if i full-on blair witch’d it ? night vision, shaky cameras – the whole damn lot ! i’d undoubtedly win best drama of the year. ” no biopic was anything but a drama ! “ that’s why i’m fucking insisting on this romantic angle, man – ‘nothing is more intimate than murder,’ it said it itself. ” waving his hand, he replied, “ alright, fine – blonde and swedish. but if that makes the manor charles boyer, i get to be joseph cotten. ” he dreamed of being as tall as joseph cotten who, to get meta, was still an inch smaller than fluke. good thing he’d never meet fluke, to continue getting so meta. “ well i’ve been waiting for you to pick up on my cues ! have you not heard me playing ‘mr. sandman’ by the chordettes ? ” ...he had been playing it ( via spotify, of course – he didn’t play a melodic instrument ! ), but... he just liked the song.
following joakim’s cue, he waved his hand in that sort-of motion that has no good descriptor. “ i mean, dorothy checked me in and i ran into this woman who had some questions about the rules here, but that’s pretty much been it. ” he wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to meet them. he’d spent the ‘burial’ full of concern, then it seemed like everyone immediately went back to their regularly scheduled ‘sparsely scatter throughout the manor’ program. “ yeah, new room would be more than ideal. ” sleeping in the bed of a dead man, much less a dead friend... was unnerving, to say the least.
stepping out, he replied, “ listen man, we can put it wherever as long as no one’s gonna fuck with it. i’ve worked too damn hard to make it perfect just for some curious kid to walk by and change the angle. ” even by two degrees... he would notice.
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