"What?"
"Can you translate something into German for me?"
"What?"
"'You're breaking my heart, Max.' It's for a comic I'm drawing about Max Weber and Richard Wagner."
"What?"
"It's sort of a star-crossed lovers thing."
"What?"
Four minutes earlier:
I have come to believe that the clubs, pubs, and schlubs of Prague convene in a terribly muculent cellar nestled somewhere in the uncountable twists of the Prague underground in order to gather the most absurd collection of music possible and canonize it as The Prague Playlist. The List seems to largely be ruled by a tenuous coalition government between Lady Gaga, tearful raver-dropouts, and the song Infinity.
At this juncture, you should probably listen this song on YouTube or something.
It is more the less the aural fluid in which all other sonic experiences are suspended. However, I have this weird tic that comes from reading about two thousand pages more Weber than anyone should. I hear the song's ubiquitous lyric 'infinity' as 'modernity.' I don't know what's wrong with me either. This makes me picture Max Weber (stage name: Darth Weber) pursuing a career in the production of club music. This also makes me picture the illustrious German composer Richard Wagner being almost as bothered by this as he was by Jewish people. Also, I imagine Weber and Wagner palling around in Germany, not inviting Nietzsche to hang out with them at the opera and stuff. So, I sketched a little 3-panel bit before I got bored of the idea:
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