My sometime older brother
I've always wished I had an older brother. I'm the oldest cousin on both sides of the family and I don't exactly have anybody related enough or young enough to be a non-parental mentor-type figure. A rather long time ago I was lucky enough to get to hang out with someone whom, if he wasn't already an older brother to someone else, I would kidnap to be my big brother.
Sadly, my memories of him are failling, but there's one in particular that remains vivid and clear. It was a quiet summer afternoon, and we were in a darkened room in his house. Light was filtering in through the cracks in the blinds, and it cast strange shadows on his face. He was sitting on his swivelly computer chair, absently plucking at a guitar, and I was lying down on a bed a few feet away, just watching him.
We talked about music that day. About the death of "real" R&B, jazz and pentatonic scales, Tommy by The Who, Led Zeppelin, and David Bowie.
I don't know if he remembers who I am, or if he still wants the copy of Tommy by The Who that I promised him, but I do hope someday I'll get to tell him that I miss him.
Sadly, my memories of him are failling, but there's one in particular that remains vivid and clear. It was a quiet summer afternoon, and we were in a darkened room in his house. Light was filtering in through the cracks in the blinds, and it cast strange shadows on his face. He was sitting on his swivelly computer chair, absently plucking at a guitar, and I was lying down on a bed a few feet away, just watching him.
We talked about music that day. About the death of "real" R&B, jazz and pentatonic scales, Tommy by The Who, Led Zeppelin, and David Bowie.
I don't know if he remembers who I am, or if he still wants the copy of Tommy by The Who that I promised him, but I do hope someday I'll get to tell him that I miss him.