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::: his music makes me horny ::: First up today, more of Emily Bingham’s conversation with Don Julin. He’s a composer, founder of Neptune Quartet, band member in Rusty Blaides, as well as a music teacher. But unlike a lot of talented musicians, he’s found a way to, in his words, “avoid a regular job since 1986,” solely by writing and playing music. And it’s not been from just gigs at Poppycocks. It’s also been by selling and licensing music for TV shows and commercial products. Like for instance, and much to Don’s surprise, male enhancement drugs.

::: lynn miles ::: Traverse City has for years been a great place to hear folk music, thanks in good part to the efforts of Seamus Shinners, founder of Connemara Concerts Production Company. And one of the folkies making regular appearances in Traverse City now, since her first performance back in 2000, is Lynn Miles, considered to be one of Canada’s finest singer-songwriters. Lynn was back in the area on June 12^th, and Hughthir White, who’s seen every one of those shows since 2000, was in the audience. The following day he caught up with Lynn in the kitchen of Seamus’s Seventh Street home.

::: the day the rickshaw died ::: Finally today, Lou Blouin’s latest adventure in community gardening. You might remember a piece he did last summer about the water situation over there. There’s no well at the community gardens, and no city water, so the eco-friendly among the gardeners have taken to hauling water thirty gallons at a time from a nearby stream, in a ramshackle bicycle cart that he scored for ten dollars last year at the Goodwill. This year, they had high hopes to make the irrigation situation a little less labor intensive. So far, not much has changed, except that they’ve got some kids in on the act: about ten or so interns and apprentices, aged twelve to nineteen, are running a market garden over there. And they’re getting the full rickshaw experience: sometimes as many as ten runs a day back and forth to the creek. Well, Thursday the rickshaw died. Cresting the top of the hill for probably like the 800^th time since last spring, the 24-inch wheel on the left side finally gave out.