CANT - "Too Late Too Far". Sick for six days, eyeing the potted plants, feeling like their leaves are blurring into the wallpaper. Sick for six days, rashes on your legs, wrists, sides. Day seven, seeing the rash everywhere. It is spreading to the bedspread, to the carpet, to the waxen leaves of the potted plants. You rub your eyes, rub your eyes, cough phlegm into the wastepaper basket. The rash has spread to the wastepaper basket. You know this is a dream but you do not believe this is a dream. Something has cut the tether between knowledge and belief; you are still in your bed and reeling, sweating sick and dry as a stone. Did another person do this to you? Is there someone to blame? Was it another person's gorgeous eyes and the way they turned their back? [buy Dreams Come True]

Lunice - "Hitmanes Anthem (Noaipre remix)". I missed Lunice's Pop Montreal gig last night. The line was too long. Was this what I would have heard, inside? This, performed live - a band of three keyboardists, one baritone, a pistol loaded with blanks? I would have liked to dance to this. I would have held the keyboardists' eyes, inhaled the pistol's black powder. And if Lunice had been something else, if Lunice had played something else, I would have danced to this anyway. It would have been my secret, hidden, noisy and dumb. [buy the Stacker Upper EP]