you are a gracious friend, mac.

I know what you mean. I was just unpacking a bunch of my tapes today - my favorites are the mixes where I heard bands like The Smiths and Concrete Blonde for the first time and the tapes my husband made me while we endured long distance dating. I listened to them so much they should have broken.

last week, at the tuesday night book club / discussion group i've been attending, we decided to bring the party outdoors. we lounged about on blankets and sleeping bags thrown on the tiny "yard" in front of the elderly apartment complex, a few feet off of busy dodge street in mid-town omaha. over the sounds of traffic, a voice (quite handsome, actually) strained to be heard as he read aloud a few favorite selections from ghetto monk and junkmail for blankets. there were many questions about the author to be answered afterwards. one member of the group said, "that was really good, but i bet it would be a lot better to hear him read it." she was so right.
so thanks. and here's to the hope that, sometime this summer, you can steer your dart into the shores of omaha for a few days and hear the hiss first-hand.

In setting up my humble home recording studio I bought this thing called an ISB audio interface. It's a little hockey puck that my mic plugs into and then it plugs into the computer, thus bypassing a crappy soundcard (or so I am told...it could just be a hockey puck). ANYWAY, I could also use the hockey puck to plug in a cassette player and convert all those mix tapes to cd. I'm so torn. I want to preserve them--they are such time capsules--but transforming them from the scuffed plastic, smeared sharpie, sometimes needing to be wound with a pencil relics that they are into neat & shiny cds seems horrible.

Jeremy, when you go see Adam in Omaha, then you can come see us in Hastings. Who knew the Jeremy Huggins Fan Club had a Nebraska Chapter?

emily,

don't you dare touch the morbid landspeeder mix.

sincerely,
president of the spokane chapter

I'll meet you at the ceme'try gate.