Fugazi, Waiting Room

MC5, Kick Out the Jams

Rocket from the Tombs, Ain't It Fun

The Jesus and Mary Chain, Sometimes Always (feat Hope Sandoval)

Slint, Don, Aman

Don stepped outside
It felt good to be alone
He wished he was drunk
He thought about something he said
And how stupid it had sounded
He should forget about it
He decided to piss, but he couldn't
(A plane passes silently overhead)

The streetlights, and the buds on the trees, in the night, were still

It finally came, he took a deep breath
It made him feel strong, and determined
To go back inside

The light
Their backs
The conversations
The couples, romancing, so natural
His friends stare
With eyes like the heads of nails
The others
Glances
With amusement
With evasion
With contempt
So distant
With malice
For being a sty in their engagement
Like swimming underwater in the darkness
Like walking through an empty house
Speaking to an imaginary audience
 
And being watched from outside by
Someone without a key
He could not dance to anything
Don left
And drove
And howled
And laughed
At himself
He felt he knew what that was

Don woke up
And looked at the night before
He knew what he had to do
He was responsible
In the mirror
He saw his friend

75 Dollar Bill, I'm Not Trying to Wake Up

Spoon, Inside Out

The Kills, U. R. A. Fever

The Cure, Primary

Tom Waits, Clap Hands

Sane, sane, they're all insane
Fireman's blind, the conductor is lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands

Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands

Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at

Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
Always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands

I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at

Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and running out of time
Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to heaven in a little row boat
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Well, clap hands, well, clap hands
Oh, clap hands, clap hands

Lee Hazlewood, My Autumn's Done Come

RIP

Soundgarden, Jesus Christ Pose

Anne-James Chaton + Andy Moor + Thurston Moore, Clair obscur

The Cure, The Same Deep Waters As You

Sonny Criss, Blue Sunset

John Cale, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Surfer Rosa was released 21 March 1988.

Pixies, Where is my mind?

Julie Byrne, I Live Now As A Singer

Ludwig van Beethoven, Moonlight Sonata (no. 14 op. 27)

Rachmaninoff, Piano Concerto No. 3 (performed by Martha Argerich)