"The Town Halo" blasting out of somebody's truck as they went down the road. In Caribou, Maine.

Shit, I gotta track this person down. It's very lonely being me here, musically speaking.

As I write this, I can vaguely hear Hoobastank bleeding throught the perilous membrane that is my wall. My neighbours have hideous taste.

Yeah, the guy next door is scraping the slush off his driveway and had that Mike Reno/Ann Wilson ballad blaring from his garage when I went to get the mail.

Nice. I hope you at least get to hear Dancing in the Sheets.

Just opened the door and listened. Sounds like some Cher song or other.