It was late in the afternoon on the last Friday in April, and Reed Lochamy and his brother Will were hanging out in the basement of Reed’s house, in Bluff Park. The basement’s shelves were lined with various musical instruments; on one wall there was a poster for a Velvet Underground album that prominently features Andy Warhol’s depiction of a banana. An ancient TV displayed a golf tournament, its sound muted. Reed fiddled with the settings on a digital audio recorder to his right. “Brethren,” a song by Birmingham songwriter Wes McDonald, started playing softly from a pair of headphones on a table between the two brothers.