I know it's kinda Starbucks to talk about "great rainy-day records," but I'm listening to a bootleg of a Cat Power show from Paris ("4 mai 02 cafe de la danse les femmes s'en melent"), and it's one of the most beautiful, aching, soul-stirring, haunting, etc. etc. etc. etc. EVER. Perfect for sitting in the near-dark of a late-Aug. first-floor apt. with the raindrops smacking the a/c like the sudden death of a poisoned pigeon. Her records come so close to being like this.