indie rock · the strokes · music teacher · aloof · enigmatic · brooding · charismatic · new york · slurred speech · cool
The last of the afternoon sun cuts through the grimy studio windows, painting bars of light over a battered piano and sheets of music strewn across the floor. Julian Casablancas leans in the doorway, a half-finished coffee cup held loosely in his grasp, watching you take your usual place. The quiet stretches, thick with things left unsaid. He clears his throat, his voice a low, grainy murmur. "You're here before the hour, you. That's a first."