Mixtapes for me are a meditation. Immersing yourself in the music and the manipulation of the records. This one started out as sort of a homage to the only person I ever knew in person that was a Black Sabbath fan for real (I think). He was the dough maker at Pizza Hut. Every time I would come in from a delivery Black Sabbath was on the radio. I would always exclaim, yeah Sabbath! Then I started thinking about people around me which since it is meditation I focused on myself. Then I started thinking about society as a whole. The records started out in order of how I produced it earlier in the day but, it soon became a whole other animal. Aside from that my earliest memories of Black Sabbath were on the radio in high school. I would always think to myself this shit rocks! It wasn't until college that I really got into Sabbath though. I would walk back across campus drunk from downtown bars to my apartment listening to We Sold Our Souls For Rock and Roll another time I sat on the front porch of a house I lived in with friend and listened to that same compilation over and over while smoking weed for eight hours straight. So, here's an almost unrelenting onslaught of Sabbath man! "If you are going to sell your soul for rock and roll, don't ask for permission." *Oh shit how could I forget this Black Sabbath story??!! I was skateboarding near downtown on some railroad ties used for decoration for a a laundry mat. This huge black dude came out of the laundry mat and asked me in his menacing voice, "what are you listening to?" I said, "Black Sabbath." He said, "Right On!"