MAUDE

Huh? Autobahn. A-u-t-o. Their music is a sort of—ugh—technopop.

The Dude pulls out an album with a worn sleeve. On it is the group’s name, Autobahn, the album name, Nagelbett, and a picture

OF THREE YOUNG GERMANS, THEIR FOREHEADS LOOMING BELOW

SLICKED back hair, gazing upward in thin-lipped epiphany. They are wearing severe but modishly retro suits. Each has his name under his picture—Dieter, Kieffer; and Franz. A bed of nails is the only set dressing on the cyc.