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After-hours jam session.
Chicago South Side.
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He's like a cat...
:59:39
feline with the guitar, which is
his only, certainly deepest love.
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No, his only. The sound...
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the beat, the ideas.
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Where do they come from?
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Any woman would be second
to his music.
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He wouldn't miss me any more
than the woman he abruptly left.
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He could only feel pain
for his music.
:59:59
Such is the ego of genius.
1:00:03
Must get used to it.
1:00:07
I used to have a stable of girls
in this town.
1:00:10
- No.
- Yeah.
1:00:11
I made some money, but...
1:00:14
whores are unpredictable.
1:00:17
- They're nuts.
- Really?
1:00:19
Yeah. But money's money.
1:00:22
I mean, you pimped
and you procured?
1:00:25
I can't stand it.
It's just too perfect.
1:00:27
- I don't like that word.
- Which?
1:00:29
"Pimp." No, I was a manager.
1:00:33
- What's too perfect?
- That whole seamy world.
1:00:36
The girls I came out with were whores
too, only we called them debutantes.
1:00:41
I lived in a whorehouse
when I was 18 for six months.
1:00:44
Didn't have a job and no money.
1:00:46
The madam put me up.
She was a friend of my mother's.
1:00:50
I'm sure you learned a lot there.
1:00:53
I don't know.
It's like being a cook.
1:00:56
- A cook?
- You're in the kitchen all day.
1:00:59
You don't want to look at the food.