Side A
Artist	Song
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers	Here Comes My Girl
Mrs. Green	Hurry
Jeff Buckley	Lilac Wine
The Spinanes	Messy Shitty
Ryan Adams	Starting to Hurt
The Replacements	We Know the Night
Aimee Mann	Humpty Dumpty
Joe Pernice	Prince Valium
The Zombies	Indication
The dB's	Black and White
Tav Falco's Panther Burns	I Got Love, If You Want It
Stephen Stills	Right Now
Cook's Dreamland Orch. feat. Freddie Keppard	Moanful Man
Side B
Artist	Song	Buy
Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers	Hospital
The Mountain Goats	Old College Try
The Lounge Lizards	Carry Me Out
Iron & Wine	Upward Over the Mountain
Chappaquiddick Skyline	Leave Me Alone
Elvis Presley	Tomorrow Night
Bruce Springsteen	Out In the Street
Greg Kihn	Valerie
Supergrass	Evening of the Day
Josh Rouse	Afraid to Fail
Doves	Pounding

Comment:

During our travels of this past summer my girl and I were fortunate enough to happen upon a place called Sanford, Maine, a mill town in the state's southern tip, sandwiched between New Hampshire and the briny open sea. In the summer the tourist money evades Sanford and pools in towns to the east, like Kennebunkport, Old Orchard Beach, and further north in Portland. In the winter I don't imagine there can be much of anything to do, with the mill now closed. But for the months of June and July, Sanford is home to the creatively-titled Mainers of the New England Collegiate Baseball League. The NECBL is a modest operation supported by both big time college sports and big league baseball, and is designed to allow promising college-level ball players a chance to play during the summer months. Every summer, college boys from such worldly locales as Boston and Princeton, NJ arrive in passed-over towns like Sanford and Thread City, CT and North Adams, MA where they board with local families and hone their skills on real grass. And once the summer has passed and the season is over the college boys leave again, taking with them the still-throbbing hearts of the towns' girls and some of their boys. We arrived in Sanford in the middle of an afternoon downpour, but one look at the brick and iron facade of tiny Goodall Park and we knew we had to take a chance. We bought tickets and retired to the wood-paneled comfort of a room at the Oakwood Motel. As game time approached the clouds thinned, the sun cracked through and the birds sang. Streaks of orange and gold light slanted through the chainlink fences as the Mainers and the Quarry Dogs of Concord, NH took the field, a little late but welcome nonetheless. It was a perfect evening. This tape is intended as a small albeit heartfelt tip of the hat to: anyone who has ever paid their five dollars to climb the metal stairs and take their seat in the grandstand at Goodall Park; to Andy Sonnanstine, who struck out 10 Quarry Dogs en route to a 6-0 victory that night; and to all the heartbroken daughters of Sanford.

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