Why shouldn't a song be called "Weed Jam"? It's not like it has any lyrics or anything, just a mind fog and breath haze. Maybe playing in Dirty Projectors is taxing, and getting blunted is Angel Deradoorian's stress solution. And maybe her zen weed energy needs to get channeled, so she fired up the tape recorder, got some coconut juice and peanut butter and unpaused the simmering inside. Her debut solo EP of moody dervish spirals, Mind Raft, is out today and is fully streamable. And if you live in New York City like she does, Deradoorian plays live at Cake Shop tonight. Check her pupils for authenticity.