Thursdays ... err, Fridays ... Are For Pimping

It's a good thing I'm a halfway decent writer and editor, because really, I'm not cut out for much else. There are many normal things that people deal with every day that I almost inevitably neglect until they're a crisis. Like renewing my driver's license of getting the inspection sticker for the car. What sort of idiot completely spaces on that sort of thing?!?! And why is it that the same idiot can juggle and track a ridiculous number of live elements in a newspaper section at a time without losing any of them? Sigh. In any case, neither dealing with my license nor my inspection sticker were much of a chore at all. Both took only a few minutes, and were relatively inexpensive. But the emotional gymnastics I put myself through to get these things done? Fantastically stupid. #RealLifeFail.

Seriously, though. I'm completely aware I do this to myself. I just don't understand why I do it to myself.

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The amazing Jeffrey Foucault, quite frankly my favorite contemporary songwriter, is playing the Vanilla Bean on Sunday, and is in my What You're Listening To column this week! In less-impressive songwriting news, Crag reviews the new Britney Spears album. For TWSN recs, we have John Sebastian, J. Michelle, Speaker for the Dead, Buddy Wakefield and more ...

Over in Radius, we have poems by Laura Lee Washburn and Wetdryvac.

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My old friend Ellyn Maybe is trying to get herself and her band to Scotland to perform at the Glastonbury Festival. It's an expensive prospect, so visit her Kickstarter project and help her out.