March 13, 2015 | by Johnathan Coody

(Ed. note: For the foreseeable future, we’ll be posting a new solo track from Coody every Friday afternoon. He’s one of my favorite songwriters. This will be very cool. Enjoy.)

It’s almost 5 o’clock on Friday the 13th of March, 2015 here in Valdosta, Georgia. All the little skatenecks are scurrying off to their grub grinds. Their kitchens are hot dungeons of enslavement and subjugation. That’s why I declare this day Professional Dishwasher Appreciation Day (PDAD). These are the kids that scrape your cheese grit bowls so they can leave town and explore the world with no money. The greatest rockers are dishwashers. The monotony of the scrub, the hum of the industrial dishwasher that you hope is working that shift, the steam blast facial. This, my friends, is the perfect environment for art to conceptualize. That kid’s back there disassociating and probably solving the world’s problems while you eat your art food. So leave them alone. Let them do their thing. Wiggle your cute little ass back to the front of the house so they can buff the silver and make some connections. This should blare from every dish pit in America if you can get your coworkers to turn off Sublime or shitty hip hop for a hot minute. Dishwashers of the world unite!