Here's some facts about my brother; he loves his dog and he loves his boy, he will one day write a great book, he dresses pretty sharp and would secretly like to be a cowboy. He lives in Canada but would rather live in New Zealand.
We travelled together for a bit when we were in our very early twenties, it was crazy, free and liberating. He was fun, a pain in the ass and a lady killer; he also had the smelliest feet in the whole of Europe. We have a few things in common and plenty of differences, but we both love great books and good music. We two are content with the latest Chabon novel in one hand, a glass of wine in the other (another middle ground) and a bit of alt-country playing…. folky with words that read like poems and don't have to rhyme.
My brother and I have always exchanged books and songs as a way of saying things that we wouldn't otherwise say and today I made him a CD. Songs that I love and that I think he will too. It talks of an era gone, when tapes were made and exchanged, played on road trips to the beach, sung along to in a beat up old Honda. It sings of Battersea, train rides and acoustic chilling, it drums out the beat of an underground club and it whistles at the back of a high school bus. I hope that it speaks a kindness, a kindness that would otherwise be lost in distance and miles and miles of ocean. Kindness#11….Rewind.
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