I'm Broke - Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears
Rat Bags - Dune Rats
Cold Cold Feeling - T Bone Walker
Jessica - The Suns
Doused - DIIV
That Don't Worry Me - Dollar Bill
The Second Line - Clinic
Dirty Mother For You - Memphis Minnie
M-Bike - PJ Harvey
Shop Sorry - Rapids
No Words - Clan of Xymox
The Ditch - Saturday Morning Cartoons
Don't Get Old - J Roddy Walston and the Business
DLZ - TV On the Radio
I'll Go Home - Tommy Mills and the Jade Amenity
by Seamus Heaney
Up, black, striped and demasked like the chasuble
At a funeral mass, the skunk's tail
Paraded the skunk. Night after night
I expected her like a visitor.
The refrigerator whinnied into silence.
My desk light softened beyond the verandah.
Small oranges loomed in the orange tree.
I began to be tense as a voyeur.
After eleven years i was composing
Love-letters again, broaching the 'wife'
Like a stored cask, as if its slender vowel
Had mutated into the night earth and air
Of California. The beautiful, useless
Tang of eucalyptus spelt your absense.
The aftermath of a mouthful of wine
Was like inhaling you off a cold pillow.
And there she was, the intent and glamorous,
Ordinary, mysterious skunk,
Snuffing the boards five feet beyond me.
It all came back to me last night, stirred
By the sootfall of your things at bedtime,
Your head-down, tail-up hunt in a bottom drawer
For the black plunge-line nightdress.