I wish that I were able to channel my friend Tawny to write this post for me. She’d be getting buck wild for this song, saying something like, “Kurt this is EVERYTHING,” and standing on a table chugging tequila telling me I’m a coward if I don’t know all the lyrics by morning. See, the thing about Tawny is that she sees hip-hop superstars before the rest of the world does. She knows all the songs that pop in the club and can sing every word to you before the beat even drops. She’s a hip hop Nostradamus and I know for a fact she’ll see a major future for this song bumping in her car on her way to work.



soundcloudAminé, you should probably call up my boo Tawny. I’m sure she’s ready to be your Spice Girl. That is, if she’s heard this song yet. I’ll just send this her way and she’ll be screaming “Song of the Summer. Spice Girl for Life” quicker than you can decide if you’re on board or not. But you should be, because this song is catchy and relatable and bound to be inescapable if you leave your house at all this summer. Be like Tawny. Love this. It’s just easier that way.

From deep within the murky depths of the Los Angeles River emerged a creature: 50% raver, 50% comedian, 10% Robotcop. Kurt Kroeber doesn’t own a dog, operates Soundbleed (the world’s only dance party comedy talk show rave), and is down to party with you. Come up some time and say “Hey dude!” But definitely make sure to casually drop the secret Illuminati password.