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The Breeders - “Pinnacle Hollow” I watched Daft Punk's Electroma recently. Which is the Gerry of robots. I'm listening to "Pinnacle Hollow" now, which is like the Gerry of guitars. In the sense that they wander, they walk, they peer, they don't speak, they are, they are, they are, everything and nothing. In the sense that you can do the same simple thing enough times until it becomes beautiful, and you realise that it was beautiful the whole time. In the sense that I love it, that I can keep it and name it whatever I like, that it's art as a gift. Like, the desert in pictures:

Up and down the road, up and down the road. [Download]

The Jacksons - “Goin’ Places” This song makes me believe in God. Is that weird? Not like, Heaven or anything like that, but in the way that I feel like I need to thank someone for something, for this. There's no way Michael Jackson can be responsible for this. No chain of consequences resulting from any human action could produce this. It needs to be God. You know? Process of elimination. [Buy]

- Dan Beirne