I once saw a wooden sign in the clearance section at TJ Maxx that read: “The sadness we find in solitude can sometimes be the only solace which saves us from our suicide.” I considered buying it but I didn’t care for the font choice that was used so I had to pass. Still, I thought it was pretty profound stuff! Kind of a cool tongue twister too. Makes you think maybe we shouldn’t take ourselves so seriously. Maybe sometimes we really do need learn to LIVE.LAUGH.LOVE in order to keep ourselves from blowing our brains out. Carpe Diem!

Great for a nighttime drive through a crumbling suburban area. Contemplative moments interspersed with punishing dread, which will make you feel like a bad guy from Twin Peaks.

Sink deep into the heart of manic seasonal depression. In this global warming biosphere, there is no beginning and there is no end. Just burrow downwards, one track at a time until you reach the core. Be sure to wear a mask. Be sure to wash your hands. Sanitize your genitals and crawl into the Earth’s melting womb.

In celebration of bad vibes during the worst of times, this Bud’s for you.

The soundtrack to being a midnight janitor lost in time. It's always dark out, and you're totally alone with a vacuum cleaner on the 67th floor of a deserted high rise office building.

A dark, spooky take on enjoying yourself. Goth-positive. The world pretty much fucking sucks, but you'll be damned if you take it lying down.

The grimy soundtrack to your denimclad gang's adventures through the underbelly of a crumbling rust-belt city. Maybe you recently had to throw your murdered girlfriend's corpse into a trash compactor, maybe your newborn came out of the womb a twisted mass of flesh due to your agent orange exposure in 'nam, you're ready to waste a motherfucker in any case. You've got nowhere to run and nothing to lose.

Can you imagine walking into an isolated convenience store at an obscure hour? The person behind the counter is a secret taste genius and is playing the best music you've never heard (or maybe you feel like you must have heard it, but can't remember what it is). You're trying to play it cool but have literally never had more of a thrill pretending to shop for smoked peanuts or sno-balls or whatever and you're lingering way longer than is normal. You're a creep. Who cares about gender or orientation, you're in love with this person.