Artist	Song
They Might Be Giants	Where Your Eyes Don't Go
The Fiery Furnaces	Quay Cur
Arcade Fire	Une AnnTe Sans LumiFre
Wilco	Can't Stand It
Blanche	Superstition
Finger Eleven	Above
A Perfect Circle	Judith
Fuel	Mary Pretends
Aesop Rock	None Shall Pass
Modest Mouse	Dashboard
Pearl Jam	State of Love and Trust
Ted Leo and the Pharmacists	The Unwanted Things
The Dismemberment Plan	Automatic (Deadverse remix)
Beth Orton	Stolen Car
Iron & Wine	The Night Descending
Circulatory System	Days to Come (in Photographs)
John Vanderslice	Radiant With Terror
Radiohead	Motion Picture Soundtrack
Mew	Circuitry of the Wolf

Comment:

Mix #63, a demonstration, made in March of 2007. Inspired by a little Kierkegaard and

Stephen King's The Dead Zone. SPOILERS (for the latter) follow.

He sat, waiting, concealed fingers resting on the rifle. He could almost feel his mother

smiling at him with her insatiable religious insanity.

She had been religious before the coma, but he had awakened to discover a zealot who jumped

from cult to cult, believing more strongly all the time in the inerrancy of her current

enclave. She had become belligerent about relieving herself of all worldly possessions -

including those of her frustrated husband - and hopelessly stubborn about eschewing man's

medicine in favor of "God's Plan".

Johnny Smith had shared a vision in which "God's Plan" ended up killing her, but ultimately

even that wouldn't deter her. She died with the insistence of this insufferable 'Plan' upon

her lips. Johnny's residual patience for God or His Plan died at about the same point.

Then he shook hands with a charismatic up-and-coming politician and saw an apocalypse.

He spent his increasingly limited time in a desperate search for alternatives, but it came

down to a single option: murder.

And it was murder, there was no getting around it. This man hadn't done anything to

deserve death, nor to warrant it. The future ultimate crime might not even be a crime, but

instead some infinitely fatal lapse in judgment or some genocidal jigsaw puzzle of

circumstances coming together. And yes, the other visions had largely been validated, but

who could say with any certainty that this one wasn't a delusion? It was murder. And yet...

And yet, somehow, it was right.

If Johnny had thought that such belief would be reassuring, that expectation was now

dispelled. He wasn't comforted in the least, he was downright terrified. Somehow?

How? The answer was an unknowable object, irretrievably lodged in a dead zone.

The politician entered to thunderous applause. Smith rose and unveiled the rifle. He aimed.

He didn't pull the trigger. People nearest to him began to scream. More noticed. The

politician noticed. Smith struggled with his lingering doubts for one last time.

He took the leap.

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