Side A
Artist	Song
Cheap Trick	Hello There
Robbie Fulks	Let's Kill Saturday Night
Idlewild	Out of Routine
The Capitol Years	Lucky Strike
The Grip Weeds	She Surrounds Me
Teenage Fanclub	Ain't That Enough
Mojave 3	Return to Sender
Tobin Sprout	Courage the Tack
Paul Westerberg	High Time
Tyde	New Confessions
Pernice Brothers	7:30
REM	Imitation of Life
Ze Malibu Kids	Your Bed
dBs	Black and White
Guided by Voices	Everywhere with Helicopter
The Promise Ring	Why Did Ever We Meet
Cap'n Jazz	Take on Me
Side B
Artist	Song	Buy
Rocket from the Crypt	Young Livers
New Pornographers	The Laws Have Changed
Smart Brown Handbag	The Sixth Year Slump
The Zombies	I Can't Make Up My Mind
The Shins	Caring is Creepy
Cat Power	Speak For Me
At the Drive-In	For Now We Toast
A Certain Ratio	And Then Again
Calla	Don't Hold Your Breath
The Mountain Goats	The Best Ever Death Metal Band in Denton
Superchunk	The Question Is How Fast
Grandaddy	Crystal Lake
Masters of the Universe	Anything, Anything
Bright Eyes	Let's Not Shit Ourselves (To Love and To Be Loved)

Comment:

You think you know how your life will turn out. I swore, once I had moved away from the suburban greenery of my parents' house and into the first of a string of apartments, that I would never again have a lawn to cut. Flash forward a few years to the scene wherein she and I are buying the house in the country. Pan back: grass as far as the eye can see. I spent the first summer sweating like a galley slave behind the push mower, the motor jack-hammering away, my forearms aching. By the time I finished it was long enough to start cutting again. This spring we found an ad for a used ride-on we thought we could afford, so now we are in possession of a somewhat battered MasterCraft 16hp, 7-speed unit with a 42" cutting deck. Picture me on a Saturday afternoon, bursting with pride and grinning ear to ear, my straw hat on my head, turning circles on the back forty, while all the neighbors do the same. The thing's loud as hell, so I figured I'd make a mowing tape to listen to on the cordless headphones while I worked. If you're going to lose your hearing, you might as well sing along. As the tape starts with Cheap Trick being introduced to the screaming crowd at Budokan, I'm turning the key, firing the beast to life and rolling out of the shed. Here's to unexpected material acquisitions and farmer's tans.

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