Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti: Fright Night (2010)

There are only so many genuine eccentrics left, but I'd wager Ariel Pink is among the most authentic. Staying cooped up in a studio apartment in LA with vintage gear and a suitcase of pills apparently produces beautiful music. Kids, take note.

The song forgoes a traditional verse-chorus-verse structure for a swirling, reverb drenched ride through an abandoned parking lot in winter. As you stop to kiss your French lover, she breaks off and opens the door.

Wait, you say What did I do?

But the dreamy keys just drone and Ariel croons as she casts you a wan smile and dissolves into the flurry.