Maud & Leo

It's August 14th, 2008. Roy here.

this is my final message.

Whoever finds this tape recorder.

I want to ask you to drive my car to my son, Johan.

It's an Alfa Romeo Spider. The keys and his address are in the glove compartment.

It's May 5th, 1980. Daddy, look!

We are in the front yard having a picnic.

Hello bummmmblebee!

It's a bumblebee!

Hey, what the hell! Come on!

Are you out of your fucking minds?

That's some fucking car Where are you going?

Away from here.

Yes, but where? That's none of your business.

Can I try it? No.

But come on, just one lap. No.

Then can I come with you? No.

But please!

You don't talk much.

You want me to tell you something? I've got lots of good stories.

So do I, you know. Hey, take it easy. Like what?

It was fucking sick. I was so close to die once. Me and a buddy where partying with some girls.

We were waiting for the subway, and he was fucking pissed. I really loved that guy.

But everything went wrong. In the beginning we were fooling around, you know playfighting

and we rolled down onto the tracks...

and it was like the entire tunnel was being illuminated, in slow motion...

I was really drunk, but it was like my whole consciousness was like...

Lets fold down the roof.

Did you know that Strunge thought he could fly?

Strunge. The Danish poet who threw himself out of a window. Never heard of him.

What? Strunge? Well, everyone thought he threw himself out the window because he was depressed.

But he wasn't. He was in that state when you feel detached from gravity.

When you know that you can transcend into a higher state. When you stand above...

Fuck it. When he threw himself out of the window he thought he could fly.

Get real. It's true. He wasn't depressed.

Friday. September 12th, 1986.

Stop that.

We're sitting in the living room at the Svenssons.

Dad has made a fire and we're eating cold sandwiches, gingerbread cookies and tea.

Kerstin, will you bring the... Stop it.

Turn it off. Wait!

No, leave it!

Turn it on, don't you get what a...

I think you'd better get off now!

We're in the middle of the forest, for fuck's sake.

I can't take your nagging.

You can't be serious. I am serious.

It's the third of May... 1987. Kerstin hasn't brought Johan home yet. We had a bit of a fight and I...

I don't think she's coming home. At least not tonight. No, not tonight.

Now it's been three days since I got to see Johan. This is not ok. I have to go and see him.

You brat! Come back here! Thieving bastard.

Go go!

It's so fascinating. In 1985 Prince is standing in a studio somewhere in the United States.

He has written one of the best songs ever - Purple Rain.

He has had his world breakthrough with the song 1999.

He has started his journey beyond the ideas of gender construction,

and he's about to break away from language and name himself with an indefinable unpronounceable symbol

where masculinity and femininity becomes something new and different.

In 1985 Prince is standing in front of a microphone somewhere in the USA,

he's got the whole Revolution behind him.

He's influenced by Wendy and Lisa to put lighter pop in his purple funk machine.

He likes flowers, high heels and to wear lingerie under his coat.

And.

And. Can you check the map?

And he records the song Hot Thing. 15 seconds into the song he connects with a historical nodal point.

A what?

A node, a point of fixture. So where are we going?

A node?

Yes. 15 seconds into the song he like pushes out two words,

HotThing.

It's not a falsetto, it's not calculated passion. It's something different.

Listen. Yes?

What are you talking about? I'm talking about Prince!