baby boy gon’ rot your teeth

currently on repeat:


sourcez: 1 2 3 4 5 6




i’m a lucky lucky girl

loving this! crank it up & dance like an overactive sprinkler system til you fall down.

(via hype machine)

nerd crush: Danny L Harle

If a tall, pale, bespectacled Englishman wasn’t already nerd girl catnip, give him a winning personality and musical superpowers and he’s utterly irresistible. I’m talking, URBVIOUSLY, about Danny L Harle (catchphrase: HUGE DANNY).


This gent from London started out as the cello-playing son of a saxophonist, studying classical music, composing soundtracks, and playing jazz on dinner cruises, according to the UK Standard. Then he got into synths in a big way. He recently blew up after releasing hella catchy electro-pop gems like “Broken Flowers” and the fantastic “Super Natural” with Carly Rae Jepsen (although my fave might still be In My Dreams):

There’s something pure about his music…unabashedly upbeat, head-bobbing, body-moving pop. Bubblegum lightning! As much as you can tell about a stranger from their YouTube videos and internet presence, he seems endearingly sincere, taking an infectious joy in his work. From a Clash Music interview:

[M]y music is all an expression of love for music and there’s no element of irony or sneeriness.

Although his music definitely has niche, hipstery appeal (the label he’s on, PC Music, has been described as “postmodern exhibitionism,”) he doesn’t seem pretentious:

I don’t want the music just to be for nerdy people. I am a nerdy person and I love nerdy people but I want to make these big expressions for people to project their own ideas upon.

Need proof of said nerdiness? Well, Danny L Harle loves cats and science, so HOW ABOUT THAT:

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Everyone is now a dentist. No one is more gangster.


Randomly stumbled on this amusing German (?) music video, Kids (2 Finger an den Kopf) by Marteria:

Includes people running on treadmills with their dogs and some amazing lyrics, according to Google Translate:

Nobody dances more Moonwalk since Michael Jackson died all on salad

Everyone goes jogging, talking over his stomach before the “Purple clouds are coming”

Everyone is now a dentist – no one is more gangster

None falsifies more stamps – all go swimming

No one makes more malls, all go to Sweden

And the world it continues to rotate just not quite as loud

The gist of it seems to be, “The world got tame. No one is a badass. SHOOT ME.” Although maybe it’s “Why are there so many dentists?!” Yeah, I’m goin’ with that.