Directions: Imagine Mr. Brother living another day, as always, with music playing. Whether it’s one of his trusty iPods, or his home stereo, or working the soundtracks section of Amoeba Music Hollywood, Mr. Brother is eating, sonically, with the mouths of his ears.
For example, while he was writing the above directions, he was listening to this:
To simulate this experience, as you read the below story of a day lived, you will be given certain music clips to play. These are inserted to provide you with the same tunes Job was hearing as he was doing what you’ll be reading.
The other day, while I was counting my number collection, I was interrupted by a knock on my front door. As is customary in my country, I went to see who it was. Imagine my surprise when it turned out to be none other than myself.
“Oh!” I said with a start, “How did you get out there?”
“You mean,” I said with a sly grin, “How did you
get out here.”
“That’s exactly what I said,” I retorted.
“But not what you meant
,” I corrected.
I slammed the door in my face and went back to my numbers. I don’t have to take that kind of snarkiness, you know – not even from myself.
Hours later I was eating some broccoli that the Lord My God
made, when a second knock came – this time at the back door. Worried that I was up to my own tricks and hoping to avoid another awkward confrontation with myself, I peaked out the kitchen window to see who it was.