No Cymbals, No Trumpets

My brother butt dials me weekly. I used to say, “Hello? Hello?” and then hang up, but now I put the phone on speaker and let him carry me around. He likes this Scottish pop band called the Hrtbrkrs. Organs and soft percussion in the background. I’ve started to get into them. I listen to them on the way to work and it reminds me of my brother. He talks to his girlfriend. Sometimes he talks to his cat. I can tell he’s making tea by the hiss and click of the electric kettle. This is how I found...

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