[ Eddie states it simply, eyebrows furrowed as he reaches for the little device, nearly snatching it from Laura in his determination to try to prove her wrong. No single device can hold a thousand songs, especially not one this small, but as he scrolls, spinning the little wheel, his eyes widen and his expression shifts to one of complete and utter awe. ]
I think you just showed me a glimpse of heaven. Holy shit.
[ It may not be exactly a thousand songs, but it’s more than he can fit on a tape. It’s more than he can fit on ten tapes. He spots a few familiar names: Marvin Gaye, Hendrix, James Brown, The Doors—and he’s more than willing to tape over Hasselhoff with some of those—but most of what he’s seeing is brand new to him. ]
I’m gonna be real with you, I’m familiar with uh…not a whole lot of this.
[ It’s a little overwhelming, actually, to scrolling through a list of literally hundreds of songs until he finally recognizes a name, but it’s also kind of exciting for someone who love music as much as Eddie. It's an opportunity, and when he reaches the end of the list, he hands the device back to her, much more politely than he took it. ]
Tell you what. Hey Joe and Crystal Ship are great songs and all but, uh...how about you let me record your favorites? Maybe I’ll like them, chances are I won’t—
[ Though his tone implies that he’s not too serious. ]
But it’ll give me something to contemplate on the road.
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[ Eddie states it simply, eyebrows furrowed as he reaches for the little device, nearly snatching it from Laura in his determination to try to prove her wrong. No single device can hold a thousand songs, especially not one this small, but as he scrolls, spinning the little wheel, his eyes widen and his expression shifts to one of complete and utter awe. ]
I think you just showed me a glimpse of heaven. Holy shit.
[ It may not be exactly a thousand songs, but it’s more than he can fit on a tape. It’s more than he can fit on ten tapes. He spots a few familiar names: Marvin Gaye, Hendrix, James Brown, The Doors—and he’s more than willing to tape over Hasselhoff with some of those—but most of what he’s seeing is brand new to him. ]
I’m gonna be real with you, I’m familiar with uh…not a whole lot of this.
[ It’s a little overwhelming, actually, to scrolling through a list of literally hundreds of songs until he finally recognizes a name, but it’s also kind of exciting for someone who love music as much as Eddie. It's an opportunity, and when he reaches the end of the list, he hands the device back to her, much more politely than he took it. ]
Tell you what. Hey Joe and Crystal Ship are great songs and all but, uh...how about you let me record your favorites? Maybe I’ll like them, chances are I won’t—
[ Though his tone implies that he’s not too serious. ]
But it’ll give me something to contemplate on the road.