One of the best parts of playing music with my brother is the shared history. One of the even better parts is the notion that we’ll be playing music together, in some way, for the rest of our lives. Recently, I was reminded of this when we were out on a hike. We had just descended the last slope and were walking through waist-high summer grass. Spencer spread his hands wide over the tips and turned grinning to me, “if a body meet a body, coming through the rye.” It was lovely, way out there in mountains without our instruments, to hear Spencer singing our songs. It was also windy:

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