The Keelhauler found a cache of homemade mix CDs at The Lonely Little Thrift Store out on the avenue, and, feeling that fifty cents apiece represented a killer deal, bought them all. We were listening to them last night on the boat. My favorite was one entitled, in black magic marker crawl, �Friday, 8:15 A.M. The �I�m Being Forced Out� Mix�

It�s not hard to picture a bitter argument leading to an eviction, with the unfortunate roommate hurriedly copying the others� CD collection before walking out the door for the last time. It�s entertaining to discover what a total stranger considers a great mix of music. Once, in Tucson, the Keelhauler found a mix tape entitled �There Ain�t No Bugs on Me,� which in spite of a couple of grating Phish songs, became a regular part of our music library. The �Forced Out� mix isn�t as well-thought-out, which points to its creator's imminent eviction, and includes:

• Mountain Song, Jane�s Addiction
• Minutes to Memories, John Cougar Mellencamp
• Lie to Me, Johnny Lang
• Two Tickets to Paradise. (Because when you�re being kicked out of your apartment, you really want to hear some Eddie Money.)

There�s also some song that the Keelhauler thought was Son Volt, and I thought might be Wilco, and we agreed was probably Uncle Tupelo, but we weren�t sure. Anyway, we started talking about Uncle Tupelo, and the Keelhauler commented that Jay Farrar�s and Jeff Tweedy�s voices nicely complemented one another.

�Jay Farrar is like the �out-loud� voice, the spoken word, and Jeff Tweedy is like the thoughts inside your head, the things you don�t say out loud.� We thought about this for a minute, and he added, �I think that the voices in my head sound like Jeff Tweedy. Not everyone can probably say that.�

�You know, I�m not going to write down everything you say in my diary.�

�DAMN!�

Star of the day. . .Gary Louris