Ominous Clouds - Broadcast

For a long time I enjoyed storms. The region we inhabited was prone to particularly violent, unclassifiable weather, which was never announced on the weather report. These ferocious, convulsive gales, lightning and oppressive humidity, these gleefully painted Victorian landscapes of hell, were called, in the weather reports, ‘rain showers.’ I soon began to associate storms with mendacious weathermen. I stopped imbuing them with any mystery or power and instead suddenly and urgently craved sunlight. At first I obsessed over the white, overexposed light of the desert, an inhospitable world I might not survive, which was better than suffocating in the controlled temperatures of my single-story home. Later I became fixated on the wet, choking heat to which I was more accustomed, whose harshness assaulted whoever drew breath as if it were a poisonous gas rather than fresh air. One night, as the ‘rain storms’ shook our house, I dreamt that every field and hill was moved out of its place and dislodged like a continent with each note of thunder; the town shifted into the woods, unplaceable as a false memory.

Chad VanGaalen - Willow Tree

When I was in third grade, I had a project that involved me building a dinosaur using whatever materials I wanted. The morning it was due, I came to my dad crying with no dinosaur in hand. He took me to the fridge, grabbed a large and small potato, some baby carrot sticks, and built a t-rex with toothpicks. I thought it looked dumb, but I brought it to class anyway. I got a creative nod of approval from my teacher and shamelessly took credit for it. I also shot the girl with a papier-mâché dinosaur--one that still had its Made in China sticker--several dirty looks throughout the day. The dinosaurs were on display in the classroom all month, but my teacher had to gingerly ask if mine could be thrown away after the first week because the potatoes began to rot.

Twin Sister - Phenomenons

It's the apocalypse? That's okay, we're just going to watch movies on tv with the windows open.

Y La Bamba - Juniper

I like the names used for the shades of a color. Take yellow for example. There's gold, lemon, mustard--the list goes on and on. I like that familiar nouns are used for the names; it makes for quick and easy association. Like jaundice? I know that exact shade of yellow.

let's start over (again).

1. Just Enough - Justin Lynch
2. Vesuvius - Sufjan Stevens
3. Wild Love - Atlas Sound
4. Pa'Llegar A Tu Lado - Lhasa de Sela
5. Pure - Mirah & Ginger Takahashi

Anthem for a 21-Year-Old Girl

Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.

1. Happy Birthday - Yellow Ostrich
2. Now That I'm Older - Sufjan Stevens
3. Lost and Found - Taken By Trees
4. Troubles Will Be Gone - The Tallest Man On Earth
5. Birmingham 1982 - Maria Taylor
6. Promises - The Morning Benders
7. The Polaroid Song - Allo Darlin'
8. Found Our Way - Alex & Sam
9. Who Knows Who Cares - Local Natives
10. Animal Arithmetic - Jónsi
11. Hang On Little Tomato - Pink Martini

Rubber Sole

Rain, rain, go away.

1. "Werewolf" - CocoRosie
2. "Over the Pond" - The Album Leaf
3. "Fog" - Yellow Ostrich
4. "Deep Sea Diver" - Grizzly Bear
5. "Move" - S. Carey
6. "Videotape" - Radiohead
7. "Hand Covers Bruise" - Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross
8. "I Know You Are But What Am I?" - Mogwai
9. "The Wolves (Act I and II)" - Bon Iver