both keith and lance are good at the guitar but in different directions you feel me
lance was taught by his tíos because when he babysat his music was the only thing that would put the babies to sleep
keith learned from watching his pa in front of the fireplace, picking up the guitar long after tex turned in for the night and replicating the way he crooked his fingers over the strings
he plays like tyler childers and sounds like him too; the twang only comes out when he sings
lance prefers to play like a camp counselor, singing drops of jupiter high into the night sky and hey jude to a sleeping marco
when one plays, if the other is present, they’ll sing
lance struggles through all your’n with a thick and false southern lilt and keith can’t always keep up when lance plays second child, restless child at the family get-together
there’s three guitars in their house; keith’s, scratched up by sand with the strings replaced thousands of times over. lance’s, covered in stickers and with a hand-woven strap in ocean blue. theirs, signed in sharpie on either side of the strings.
