Michael Hurley - "Don't Blame it On Me"

I inherited a dead man's jeans the other day. I spoke aloud his will when I found him hanging out the dumpster behind the A&P. "To whomever is listening to this message to them I bequeath my articles of clothing and anything that will keep another person warm in the coming cold. And may ever and ever be right around the corner forever and on and on amen." I took the jeans off and they slipped right over top of the pants I had on. I continued on my way and thought about his white and blotchy thighs as I climbed the steep hill to the lookout. I watched the sunset and sang a song to set it down just right, to sing the sun to sleep, and watched my breath hover in front of my face like a TV ghost. When the sun was gone I started for home and shoved my hands in my pockets to guard the cold. In the pocket was a 5-dollar bill. I spent an hour getting back to the A&P, fair is fair, and I wasn't left that money. I folded it into his grey and stiff hand and thought, "Gee, am I the last person to say hello to this man or the first person to say goodbye?" Either way I shook his hand and left it at that. [Buy]

Broadcast and The Focus Group - "The Be Colony/Dashing Home/What on Earth Took You?"

A concatenation of carefully lit candles and harp-struck notes, of bearded funky hooka-steppin' dudes and their hippie dead-eyed life partners, of eyebrow years and elbow days, of gift horses, hotel slobbies, mustard stains and lady pains, of steps taken through thin thresholds, and the humanization of masturbation, of girlie rolemodels and fascist hairdos, of rising past like waves of zombie promise, of future landslides and robot catch-alls, construction catcalls from honey-voiced angels, God is in the bassline, stretched out and laying naked in the honey sun. [pre-order]