Brome Endures
“I’ve almost seen your dick so many times.”— A fan to Bro II #hopscotch
Where We Welcome to the World Harberg-spawn
Honorary Bro Harberg: Lindsay’s water broke. I will have a daughter by day’s end.
Bro II: Pics or it didn’t happen.
Honorary Bro Harberg: There will be streaming video soon.
Brupdate
Yo:
People grow up. Responsibilities multiply. Paths diverge.
This is natural.
So, yeah, we’ve crossed over as individuals, but that doesn’t mean Brome is dead. Feel me?
Bro I is—as these words are being typed—coming of age. Home is Vancouver. Graphic Design is his area of study. Weed is his band. They’ll be releasing a 7-inch later this fall. Cop it.
Bro II for reasons unknown left Seattle and moved to Richmond, VA. He still works in journalism. Remains in desperate need of a hobby that does not involve Bourbon and the offspring of former members of GWAR. Unconfirmed rumor is that he’s embraced jorts.
Bro III—nee, Uncle Bro III—set up a homestead in Durham with a chill lady named Stella. He got skinny/sexy. Remains the best dude. New album drops in September. Again, go forth and cop.
Bro IV lives at @Graver. He too got skinny/sexy. Went legit vegetarian. Hopscotch (Like you didn’t know). IFC.com (Think-pieces galore). Tina.
So, I-IV are doing thangs. But there’s a new home for Bros somewhere in Raleigh, apparently. The world keeps turning. Brome is on that eternal flame shit. As in The Bangles, son.
