Hits for the Bong

If you can think of anything to do when stoned that's better than listening to music—not counting eating, talking about you and your friends totally making a movie about you and your friends totally making a movie or staring at the cosmos and contemplating the vastness of the universe and your microscopic place in it all—I'll eat my hat. Seriously, I will…because it looks kind of tasty right now. What was I talking about? Anyway, put down that Jimi Hendrix Experience LP and check out this locally sourced playlist that will no doubt enhance your smokeout nicely.

Sure, it's only six songs, but there are so many minutes in a row here that you shouldn't even try to count them. Just close your eyes and think about how sick your pipe will look once it's good and resinated.

Jessie Deluxe: "High"
Yes, she lives here, and you would surely pick her over a sandwich, because you already had a sandwich. Deluxe's punk-ish sound is of the highest quality and follows in the illustrious footsteps of titans like Kim Gordon or gone-but-not-forgotten champions like Tracy Bonham or Veruca Salt. This will blow your mind right out of the gate, assuming it isn't already blown. "I can get you high/really high!" she shouts. You'll just be like, "OK!"

Jessie Deluxe "High" August 9, 2014 (6/10) from Here With You on Vimeo.

The BoomRoots Collective: "Weed Fi Smoke Up"
Certainly it's against the law to put together a stoner mix and not include reggae, and BoomRoots keeps it pretty real despite how much I can't stand reggae (I know, I know—this is a playlist for the public, not just for me). Penned by local hero Mister Kali, just know that this is everything you're hoping for in a reggae song about smoking, and you'll probably sprout dreads just by being in its vicinity. Is he saying, "Bong bong bong bong/Hit a bong!"? It's actually kind of hard to make it out for sure, but the answer is, "Probably."

Drought: "Monolith"
Now that you've settled in a bit and decided that the panic attack you started to have simply isn't worth it, delve into the sadly defunct doom band Drought's 18-minute epic, "Monolith." It's heavy, it's droney, it's contemplative, it's making you say stuff like, "Dude..."

Coyote Killers Collective: "Fleek-MI$0 Trash ft. Mogo Trash"
With apologies to the parents of these very young gentlemen, they've created a crazily electronic hip-hop sound that is all at once down as hell, creative as all get-out and funnier than you'd imagine. Is the term "sick flow" applicable? You bet, and Coyote Killers Collective is giving seasoned pros (both local and not) a run for their money while inspiring just bonkers bong rips. Hey, CKC? Contact me immediately and let's talk. Hey, everyone else? Enjoy this shit.

Pray For Brain: "Drop the Needle"
Yeah, this free-jazz, psych rock combo is probably talking about dropping the record needle into the groove of a record, but you're so far gone by this point that you're probably going to turn to a friend and think you're amazingly clever when you spew out a statement like, "Hey, uh, dude? Uh, do you think they mean, like, 'drop the needle' as in the heroin needle? Probably, because all we need is this weed!" Once the laugh riot subsides and the subsequent "Smoking weed all the time doesn't slow us down at all!" conversation has passed, notice the shredding riffs and insane drum work and how they perfectly compliment that heavy-duty walking bass line. You never knew you liked jazz until now, and you've been wasting your life, apparently.

As In We: "Geomancy"
The instrumental quartet is back together, you know, and even though it was pointed out on Facebook that pretty much anything they've ever written would go good with weed, we're going with "Geomancy" because it's the shortest song, and anything longer that isn't Yes' Close to the Edge might send you into panic attack territory. This is a gorgeous instrumental with phenomenal guitar harmonies and drummer Ben Durfee's signature mathy insanity. Even better, it brings a nice mellowing effect toward the end of the mix. Think of it like you're coming out of a guided meditation, and the last 45 minutes or so was like a journey through time and space. Or don't, and track down that bag of gummi peaches immediately.

Santa Fe Reporter