Moodie Black

This song is what played in my head after a missed alarm and a cold, old cup of coffee and my ex-wife banging on/breaking a window to wake me up to take my kids to the airport. She didn't ever mention the naked girl on the couch. It wasn't my proudest moment but goddamn if Moodie Black didn't capture the fucking dark soupy hate simmering down deep in my root chakra's elliptical orbit around my sore balls as I rode shotgun cloaked in dark glasses and a drool-caked beard.

I love being slapped in the face with new music. It's like the opposite of "RIYL" PR emails. It's like the difference between sex on the kitchen floor with toppled wine glasses and smeared lipstick, and falling asleep watching whoever took Jay Leno's place as the hood ornament of snooze town.