So a few years back, a roommate came back from a trip overseas to a country with really, really lax prescription drug laws. She had gone into a pharmacy and explained that she was having trouble sleeping. The pharmacist gave her some meds, she took them, slept like a rock the rest of the trip. She gets back, and we’re talking about it, and she shows me the drug they gave her: rohypnol! That’s right, the girl had been roofie’ing herself every night, which explains the deep, untroubled sleep she was getting.
Well, long story short, I was writing a detective novel in which the main character gets roofied, she gave me a couple to experience it for myself, I let everyone I was partying with at The Charm School know what was up, and I dosed. As part of the project, I kept my little iPod recorder at hand, and kept an audio journal to document the experience. It’s pretty much like being kind of drunk, except for the part where you are guaranteed to black out and not remember anything after about an hour. So the audio journals are nice and lucid for about an hour, and then I don’t remember recording them, and I just sound very placid and happy to be there.
So how did this become a song? Well, the next day I woke up to discover 1) the boys at The Charm School had taken some hilarious, embarrassing photos of me. and 2) I had a bunch of audio that I didn’t recall recording, at all. It was my voice on there, but there was absolutely no memory in my head of those words emerging from my mouth, which is a really strange feeling. So I cut it up and made this song out of it. The guitar is from some random bros who were hanging out with my roommate that night. Same roommate is the one doing the AYO AYO singing part. The “I really enjoy the way things are going…” sample is Forest, one of the Charm School boys, apparently talking about his life and gearhead obsessions. The girl talking at the beginning (“Have you ever heard this song?”) and the end (“Can I borrow your horn-rims? For shits and giggles”) was named Miranda, and this was a first/last time I met her scenario. All of the samples, drums included, were recorded while I was in my fugue state. Well, I think I wrote the bassline as I was assembling all the bits. So almost all the samples.
The term “Blackout Baby” was a way of warning a friend who used to get blackout drunk a lot that some day he would wake up in an unfamiliar with a newly-impregnated stranger next to him, and a life-changing evening he could not remember haunting him for the next 18 or so years.