When either my brother or son phones, I often get them confused. They have the same pitch of their voice and the same cadence. Weird, I know. It usually takes a couple of words to determine who is on the other end of the phone.
Neither feels they are anything like the other. They just haven’t spent enough time together. It is eerie that they are so similar in some ways.
Then again, sometimes it is just the little things.
My brother has a huge record collection and will talk for days about why CDs are the most imperfect way to listen to music. He has tapes. Reel-to-reel tapes. Cassette tapes. And of course the god to all purists: vinyl.
Don’t even ask him about BETA verses VHS. Don’t go there.
William’s last recording got lots of press because they recorded it on tape – old school. He said it produced a deeper, richer sound. Seems I have heard this lecture before from someone else!
They both lead their lives on their own terms. They both lead rich, full, unique lives.
Genetics.
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