Frank Ocean - "Thinkin Bout You (Ryan Hemsworth bootleg)". The way the light changes at rain. Peter needed onions and he decided to walk all the way up to the market, forty-five minutes each way, through the broiling heat. He watched his feet land in front of each other, one after another, and the skid & cough of the city buses. He watched sad men sitting on their verandas, radios playing, with paper dogs that scampered to the gate and then lay down. He was aware at every moment of the sun's vibrating yellow disc. It was so hot, and Peter was so stuck on Jude, and it felt so hopeless and tragic, so squandered, like a house never lived in.

Then quietly it began to rain, and then loudly it began to rain, and it was as if the whole grey city was getting washed and anointed by tiny clear pinpricks. The road disappeared. The pavement's clear lines went wavy. Cars lifted like lakes. Peter blinked in the mist, vision swimming, with a sun that showed and vanished, showed and vanished. There were pinks and golds but especially blues, running blues. Peter thought of Jude, he was so stuck on Jude, but he could no longer find the heartbreak in it, the loss; while the rain ran, he remembered only the way that a touch feels, touching, and the way it feels, so gently soft, as it is coming apart. [Ryan is from Halifax / buy Channel Orange]

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My friend Richard Parks (Music Man Murray) is making short films for the reissues of his dad's albums. They are short, skewed, impulsive portraits - beautiful works of whimsy and pop. Much, much more than advertisements.