You aren't part of that nationwide meth problem I keep hearing about, are you?

You should see my meth mouth. It's groovy!

Apropos of the Neil Young track I strongly recommend that you check out The Powwow Highway, which features Gary Farmer (Nobody in Dead Man) in one of my all-time favorite performances. The book and its sequel, Sweet Medicine, are even better, but Farmer makes the film a must see.

Will do.

And apropos of the flood survivor interviewed by your friend, did you think "Old Man" when you read that? I don't think the Tall Convict said as much in the whole story as the New Orleans guy did in that one answer, but still I couldn't help thinking of Faulkner.

Man, I think "Old Man" whenever I think about New Orleans these days. In fact, I re-read The Wild Palms in its entirety about a month after the flood, mainly because "Old Man" was stuck in my head.

You should see my meth mouth. It's groovy!

Band Name: Groovy Meth Mouth

I'm in for the franken-mix.

Back in May 2003, This American Life did a road show, later compiled for broadcast, that they called Lost in America. I saw the Boston show. The house band for the evening was a band assembled by Jon Langford featuring a couple of Waco Brothers as well as a few folks from the One Day Band. I loved the title song Langford wrote for the show, performed after Ira's teaser, and I've been waiting patiently for over two years for him to record it.

It's finally here, on Langford's new album "Gold Brick". Yay! I put it on buffistarawk. Go listen.

Also mailed to Buffistarawk is a song by Wussy, a band featuring Chuck Cleaver, leader of the late great Ass Ponys. It's called Airborne, and it's a awesomely bitter, sour grapes, break-up song.

Excellent!

Oooh, thanks for the the rawk, Jon!

Thanks for the namecheck, Corwood -- I am very fond of that track. Goddammit! He loves John Coltrane!

How did your round robin work that you were so happy with, did I miss that?

Oh, and, OK, I'm in for the mix. I should warn you that I've been ripping a lot of mid-90s alt-country for a coworker, so expect to hear mandolins.

I'm in for the mix.

Mandolins? Oh, my!

This is how the Round Robin works: We set up a gmail account and divide all participants into groups of threes. We schedule each group to post their mix on an assigned week. Each participant logs into the gmail account and mails their mix, track by track, to the account (you can do this from the account itself or from another account, doesn't matter) with the subject line "(NAME) Track X". Liner notes are strongly encouraged. After all the tracks arrive, the participant gives her or his tracks a label with her or his name so that other participants can click on the label & download all the tracks. Each mix stay in the account for 3-4 weeks or until we need the space. If someone needs to move down on the schedule, it's no problem.

It's a bit time consumptive, but beats the hell of the snail-mail waiting game.

I have for the round robin: Lisah, Tina, Misha, Jon, David, and me. That's just two rounds! Who else is in?

Mini-mix (10 songs) of Lifter Puller is up at buffistarawk. I'm not so good at the lyric analisys so I just included some of my favorite lines.

Lifter Puller vs. The End of the Evening

now you're tanner you're thinner you drink right through dinner / there's needles and pinners as prizes for the winners / love is like a battle of the bands, crank up your amps man

i've been tryin to meet you, dyin to reach you / it's too late for liquor but we could get some 3-2

Let's Get Incredible

dude looks like jesus but sleeveless, says he's into Rush and reckless chemistry / met him in memphis, got him up to galilee, says it's easy to see / these kids want something new to get their eyes rollin back into their dreams / they want a cellophane celebration, a revolution rushing into dancefloor distribution

Manpark

I really couldn't find a stretch of lyrics that weren't just kind of too disturbing to read. Great song, though.

Lake Street is for Lovers

smokin' weed and makin' money

Touch My Stuff

we used to fight with our fists, we used to fight over chicks / and we kissed at the flicks and people got pissed / and they spit from the balcony / these english majors wanna be some super genius novelists / they end up music journalists, chicks ain't that into it

The Flex and the Buff Result

finally the guy with the eyepatch arrives, he was drippin wet with gin fizz / he was half dead and dynamite / with the needle-marked arms like the frontman in some grunge band / a big straw hat and a liquid orange suntan / he cooled himself off with a japanese handfan / motioned for silence and then he began

Sublet

guess it all started in your apartment / you were in europe, she was your sublet

Mission Viejo

This song was my "Litte Hoodrat Friend" for Lifter Puller - the crazy hookalicious song that drew me in. It's about having to clean up in time to function for school:

summer was such bang-up fun, didn't mean to hurt no one / just tried to enlighten you / when classes start i'll quit, i've got until september 6th / when classes start i'll quit this, this is just some summer slippage

Mono

These are the complete lyrics to the song:

we were talkin on the hall phone / you said your boyfriend finally scored / now I've got something they call mononeucleosis / but Ill stay up if you wanna talk some more

Nassau Coliseum

My favorite LP song.

and i've got a feeling like i'm in the beatles / bigger than jesus, i'm getting shot at / it's getting hectic, there's so much traffic / i might never get it, it's behind the buildings / it's guarded by cameras, studied by doctors / wrapped up in plastic, it sleeps at the airport / skips all its classes, skips like a record / used to be better, do you remember?