What he wanted: for their lovemaking to build like a Wilco track, something from a live recording perhaps. Impossible Germany? The guitars pleaching as they build to a sustained, understated, controlled and powerful climax. Kidsmoke? A bombastic riff sweeping everything up in its path. He fantasised sex soundtracked by energetic, clever guitars, lifting both them on the back of chord progressions somehow both classic and innovative.
What she wanted: for him not to think so much, just let the sex happen, block rocking with a Chemical Brothers’ style beat.
This incongruity of ideas led to their awkward bedroom fumblings, a clash of genre as much as any incompatibility of personality, physicality or chemistry. Afterwards, at least, they could agree, slipping into sleep to the lilt of Nick Drake on the stereo.