When I was 19 years old my family moved into a warm and inviting Tudor-style split level on a quiet street. The house backed on to a park path leading to a man-made lake where you could skate in the winter. The yard was full of mature trees and the cozy sunken family room led out to an expansive cedar deck where we used to barbecue on warm days. There was a finished basement that was soon commandeered by my younger brother as a jam space and, after acquiring his first four-track recorder, a makeshift studio for some of his first recorded music. He would go on to play in several successful bands and just returned from playing SXSW with his current project The Whitsundays (their second album will be out in May. Look for it at fine record stores and online outlets near you).
Bro wasn't just a music guy though—he played hockey and soccer mostly. One of his old friends from the teams he played on throughout his childhood recently got in touch to tell us that he and his young family just bought our old Tudor-style house. I really couldn't be happier for them. It's such an amazing place to raise kids and I love the idea of the next generation coming of age in that house, that yard, that basement. And it really couldn't happen to a better guy. Congratulations, and may you have as many good times there as we all did.
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