Nice Hot Bath
The Acid Song - Loudon Wainwright III:I am incredibly inexperienced when it comes to psychedelics. I’ve done small doses of psilocybin a few times, but never acid. I have enjoyed my experiences, for the most part, but they’re right when they talk about the come down being pretty rough. It’s like your body has used up all of the good feelings that it’s going to have for the day so you’re basically left with the neutral and bad feelings. This song does not inspire confidence in acid, especially because of the last lines of the song- “Think twice before dropping acid/Hold out for mushrooms instead!” Like I’ve said before, I’m not one to turn my nose up at good advice, and shit, I don’t mind holding out
Mister - Young Nudy feat 21 Savage: This joint is a family affair! Cousins Nudy and 21 link up for this cut off Nudy’s 2019 collab with producer Pi’erre Bourne. This is one of those tracks that you throw on when you’re getting ready to go somewhere; it just puts you in a good mood and hypes you up for activities. I also think the title of this tape is hilarious, Sli’merre, which is one of those things that just doesn’t quite sound right regardless of how you try and pronounce it
Song for the Dead - Queens of the Stone Age: Not to be confused with Song for the Deaf, which is another song off this album of the same name. We playing tricks out here this week, man, nobody is safe
Noise Complaint - Agro: Hailing from Worthing, UK, Agro beats down the block with this joint. I love the dialogue on this on, definitely adds to the fun. I bet you thought that Nudy track was gonna be the Car Track of the Week, but you’re wrong! It’s this one! Haha!
Rat Salad - Black Sabbath: I sit alone in a darkened room, incense and weed smoke coalescing into a veritable fog, my face illuminated by my computer screen. My fingers move effortlessly over the keys, clacking and stroking like I’m getting paid for it. “Nice,” I think to myself, “another Black Sabbath song going on the playlist this week.”
Suddenly, banging at the door. “Oh fuck, it’s the Council,” I say out loud to myself. I rip the HDMI cord from the back of the monitor, send the keyboard flying at the wall causing a tinkling rain of keycaps. I put the mouse into my mouth and swallow hard, sucking the cord into my gullet like a spaghetti noodle. “Open up! We know you’re putting more Black Sabbath on your playlists!” the voice behind the door shouts. The banging intensifies; it sounds like the door will splinter at any moment. I’m sweating profusely, my hands are clammy and my stomach is in knots as I walk to the door. “Act casual,” I remind myself, sucking in a deep breath.
I slowly creak the door open, revealing DJ Glizzie and WZRD The Czar in matching TENT HOUSE branded windbreakers, Tenty’s shit eating grin on the breast the only thing preventing me from breaking in to tears. “Hey fellas, what’s up?” I say, leaning my arm on the door jamb like a cool mother fucker and faking a smile and showing way too much teeth.
“Sleeps, you, uh, you sure you wanna throw another Sabbath song on the list this week? That’s like, I don’t know, 6 lists so far, man,” Glizz asks, counting on both hands. “Yeah, you got me, it’s another Sabbath song,” I plead, “but I promise guys, it’s really sick! Listen to that riff! And that fuckin drum solo! Come on man, you can’t tell me that shit doesn’t GO!” I yell, dropping to my knees. “We’ll be the judge of that,” Czar says, folding his arms over his chest after putting on his aviators. “Bag him and tag him, Glizz”
I duck into the back seat of the Council Cruiser and pull the aux cord to me. Plugging my phone in I queue up Rat Salad, and say one final prayer to Ozzy Osbourne and Tony Iommi, my lords and saviors. “Please, gods, let them like this track!”
Bubbles - System of a Down: I have to stop myself from putting a SOAD song on every single one of my playlists so I don’t get detained by the Council like in the previous autobiographical account of the Sabbath situation. Man I fuckin love this band
Cheap Beer - FIDLAR: Whenever people ask me what my favorite beer is, they’re alwyas disappointed when I say Coors Light. What are they expecting? Some kind of small batch IPA that’s brewed with exotic hops and botanicals from the Silk Road? Don’t they know that Coors is literally as cold as the Rockies? I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you
Going in Circles - The Friends of Distinction: This track is a smooth glass of your preferred sipping liquor out of an expensive glass in your penthouse apartment on the Upper East Side that you enjoy while staring pensively out the window while wearing your favorite smoking jacket and loafers, your marijauna cigarette lolling off your lip. A deep inhale, a held breath, a deep exhale. God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference
This playlist is best enjoyed during work hours to help you get over that little hump. Personally, I like to spin it during the 4am brisket cook when I’m getting the fire going and the bins set up for the event. You already know that when I get home I’m rolling up that loud, turning on some Sade and enjoying a Nice Hot Bath
Sleepybear
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