(the hiss is due to old-school magnetic tape)
I'm on the guitar (and backup vocals unfortunately ^^ - quite ashamed of this take when I remember feeling tensed and intimidated about the context, hadn't seen her in 2 years and was visiting when her boyfriend was away from home)
"Her" is my "quarter sister". I qualify her this way, cause even if I was considering her my half-sister, strictly there was no family tie. We spent part of our childhood and teenager years frequently together, as well as traveled to treats of trips where my father was taking us during his job. In fact, went to the most gorgeous places of earth with her, but I mean, really gorgeous, like stuck on a small deserted island in the middle of the pacific ocean with sights of dolphins playing in the waves or baby sharks at our feet in shallow waters.
Despite our respective parents separated on bad termswe had grown feelings for each other and thankfully she researched me to maintain contact. We dated once or twice, we were 13 :-) (nah, more like 16, the recording is at 19) which I admit was very awkwardly curious, sort of a displaced family-crush moment like in the Royal Tenembaums movie.
She was becoming a ballet dancer. We eventually lost touch some time after the death of my father plus she got married and myself invested into my own relationship.
The original (our version is the one of Elliott Smith)