First time I heard this, in fact the only time I had heard this track in its entirety before about an hour ago, was after eating grilled cheese and drinking coffee at one of RP’s favorite diners on 39th and Western: a halfway point between our residencies. At this time, I had only met the man once, and said meeting was our little Q&A at Rainbow Beach, an event that left me even more confused about why this feet fighting shit exists rather than enlightened. We talked about music things, past and present, and he kept mentioning some song called Weekend, which he said was his favorite of all time. I had no idea what he was talking about, and when I asked who it was by he looked at me like I was crazy. Eventually I realized it was Class Action’s paean to party time, a track that I sometimes think RP samples in some shape or form on every track he has ever made. On the car ride back to my house, he had this grin on his face as he pressed play on his phone, “check this out”. At first I thought, yeah, I love this. But then the sample began to pitch up and down in these odd steps, totally breaking the rules of standard musical notation, I had to question him, “dude this doesn’t even make sense?!”. The only response I got was Mr Boo’s signature chuckle, sort of his own way of saying “I just fucked you up huh?” Ever since then, this track has remained engraved in my memory, even though I only heard it once through smartphone speakers.