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The Diskettes
7.23.2003 by Dan Beirne, every Wednesday.

Nathan Lane comes over every Wednesday to the house to watch a movie, or just chat with Dan. Dan found these little chats so interesting, he decided to tape-record them and tell the world all the neat things Nathan had to say about movies and stuff.

Wednesday, July 23, one cloud, that looks like a kid rushing his homework.

The Diskettes are a doo-wop band based out of, but not limited to, Montreal Quebec.

(sitting on a bench on Coney Island, looking at the water. It's blistering hot)

Nathan: Just wanna play football for the coach...

Me: Well, we're here, we made it.

Nathan: Don't act all stupid, please.

Me: I think I've seen this before. Yeah, that movie!

Nathan: What did I just--

Me: No, no, I'm positive!

Nathan: This happens to everyone, Dan. Let's just get this all out of our systems...

(you can hear a man yelling "shoot the freak!" over a megaphone)

Me: It was that show, and it was all cool. And I'm right here now!

Nathan: What a gorgeous record...

Me: And he pulls out his gun, and he's all like--

Nathan: Not even a record, really, just a few songs..

Me: Do you think we're in a movie right now?

Nathan: I thought we were going to talk about this band.

Me: You're talking. I'm the foil.

Nathan: Speaking of foil, I'm going to get some corn.

Me: Get me some Wrinklies!

Nathan: (leaving) Shut up.

Me: Wow. Tape. We've, uh, never been alone together.

(long silence)

Me: I don't really know what to say.

(the girl next to me's sunglasses started talking)

Sunglasses: You're amongst strangers, aren't you?

Me: Uh, yeah. Entirely.

Sunglasses: But we all know each other.

Me: You do? How is that possible?

Sunglasses: We know something you don't.

Me: What is it?

Sunglasses: You can't explain it. You have to just know.

Me: That's hooey. I've heard that before. Cool doesn't exist.

Sunglasses: It's only when you stop believing--oh crap--

(Nathan returns)

Nathan: This corn is crap.

Me: That's right. Corn is good where we live. Not here.

Nathan: The girl at the counter had a great accent.

Me: Did she act like she knew you?

Nathan: Where do think they'll play?

Me: Do you feel like you know everyone?

Nathan: The people who know everyone are the people who never go anywhere.

Me: That's what I thought.

Nathan: Shut up. That's not the answer either.

(a pinball machine sings the Ave Maria. Then The Diskettes played on the beach as the sun set and burnt us.)

as always, you can e-mail Nathan, to talk about movies or just chat about whatever.


you can hear the Diskettes here, under their proper heading.

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