Back in Bangor for the time being listening to DeVotchKa in my room...BUT...my iTunes is on shuffle...so don't be surprised if you come to the end of this entry and think to yourself, "Joe, you old trick-turning prostitute, you're not listening to DeVotchKa at all!"

I'm back in town for a day or two 1) for Father's Day, 2) to have some work done to my car and 3) to hopefully see some friendly faces while I'm in town, because I don't know how much more time I'll be spending up here.  I just had an interview for getting a few hours in at a really nice, little cafe (now I'm listening to Earth, Wind and Fire!) to fill up the hours not dedicated to Blockbuster.  And while things still aren't ideal and I've come across some brand new uncouth obstacles things are definitely better than they were.  Mostly financially.  That's solved.  And I'm gonna put some ugliness with Johnny Law behind me in a matter of days.  So...that being said, the weather is getting warmer, construction is finished on Essex St. bridge, the docks are out at the lake, Kyle's still at Bonnaroo as far as I know and my favorite Johnny Cash song just came onto the shuffle, which has actually been doing a good job of sifting through the not-so-good and finding some delicious jams.

I can't stop listening to Bob Dylan.  And for someone who has denounced Bob Dylan for 20 years...it's strange to folk out to it almost exclusively.  Folk me and folk my musical prejudice.  Folk it.

I should also mention that seeing so many people in my living room again last week truly made my summer.  Thanks to everybody who made it out (AND NOW BLACKSTAR IS PLAYING!  SHUFFLE!  KEEP IT UP!) and to those absent, you were quite missed.  BUT...we have another shot at it!  Hopefully the turnout at Bryan's camp is just as good and with any luck I'll be able to host a hoot-a-nanny (Dinosaur Jr now!  I'm gonna split a sundae and watch Cinemax with my iTunes all night!) at my place in Auburn, which would be a perfect spot to host something in the radical-level.

Billy Bragg now.  iTunes.  Come over here and hug Papa's neck!

Joe Strummer looked like Oscar Wilde.  Just sayin'.

...Goddammit, the new Mountain Goats album is good!  John Darnielle's voice is this great exhibit of how honest a singer/songwriter can still carry himself.  At times the songs can sound like each melancholic anthem that came before it but they all still make me so happy. 

It's started snowing and whispers about a day off have reached me and I never seem to plan accordingly.  When I ignore my homework we always seem to end up having school.  When I work diligently the night before we end up with a day off.  I can't win.  And it was just getting warm too.

So, I've written my first ten minute play and submitted it to a festival and now we play the waiting game to find out if it gets picked.  If it does then I hand the script off to a student director and I find out how it actually looks and sounds.  I'm nervous.

If you want to entertain yourself for a few hours check out www.televisiontunes.com .  I guarantee enjoyment.