Fiona Apple - "Regret"

A given room normally has six sides. Four walls, a ceiling, and a floor. Maybe a window or, if you're lucky, two. Rooms can be furnished or finished or un to both. They can be high up in the air or buried in the ground, but usually they are about eye level. When a bomb goes off in a room, when it's held out on the palm of your hand, a ticking bundle of dynamite like a piece of fruit, the room becomes quickly something else. Yes it will all die, but at that moment when the blast blows the floor and the walls and the paintings and the wires all over the place, there are hundreds of sides to that room. It's showing all its material, its guts are told at once, and there's something lovely and embarrassing about a room that used to have the normal six sides that suddenly has to reveal that it's always had hundreds, they were just kept in line by physics. Even if you only ever see it once, and only for an instant, and you will never get it back, and you probably won't even survive. Still, it's nice. [Buy] (thanks to Adam for insisting on this record. I love it. Go buy.)

(self-portrait of artist (and musician) Bryan Lewis Saunders while on bath salts)