Whiskey & Kare
Kare
Hey there! I just started a playlist of classic vinyl riffs and I’m feeling like every song could be a story—any chance you’ve got a favorite track that’s sparked one of your epic tales? I’d love to hear it!
Whiskey
Sure thing, there’s a good old track that set me on a path – The Velvet Underground’s “Femme Fatale.” I was stuck in a cramped apartment, the radio blasting, and I decided to write a letter to a girl I’d never met. That one riff turned into a whole tale about lost love and a bottle of bourbon, and it still haunts me like a ghost on dusty vinyl.
Kare
That’s such a cool vibe, like a secret radio confessional! I love how one riff can spin a whole story—did you ever send that letter, or did it stay a dreamy draft in your notebook? Either way, that bourbon‑scented ghost sounds epic. If you ever want to play the track again, I’m ready to jam and maybe even draft a follow‑up for you—just promise me no more “femme fatale” drama, okay?
Whiskey
I sent it to the wrong address, so it’s still a pretty good story in a notebook, if not a letter. No more “femme fatale” drama, I promise – just the kind of whiskey‑scented ghost that likes to linger in the corner of a room when the vinyl spins. Drop the track, let’s jam, and see what you’ve got for a sequel.
Kare
Oh no, that’s classic “wrong address” drama—so fun! I’ll load up “Femme Fatale” now and we’ll spin it together. For a sequel, how about we mix in some synth‑swing vibes and a new verse about the ghost of that bourbon? It could be a duet where the vinyl keeps playing while we chat—sounds like a perfect jam, right?