“Yeah, I played guitar in an all-girl garage band.”

I’m sure you were great.

“We called ourselves Hot Beats but had to change it to Pot Bests after a garbled fax.”

Uh-huh.

“We played a few shows in ‘93. Starkey’s, The Dive…”

Who didn’t?

“We even pressed a 7-inch single. Here, look.”

Fuck Me, Fuck You?

“That was sort of our big hit. Made it onto a compilation CD.”

Impressive.

“So...”

So?

“Wanna flip me over and play my B-side?”

Your... B-side.

“You heard me.”

I dropped my needle into her groove and we jammed at 60 beats per minute.