Seattle rapper/producer/impresario Spekulation has been my facebook friend for maybe a year, and I feel like we see eye-to-eye on a lot of things. What I didn't know when I started being robot friends with him is that he had a spell of heady web-based fame under the nom-de-plume "The Bitter Barista," during which he skewered the same sort of entitled, rich, unpleasant, foolist specialty coffee customers that were making my life less delicious half a continent away. My coworkers all used to share his blog posts! It's weird, in retrospect, that I wound up getting a chance to work with him!
But he also made EXACTLY THE RIGHT KIND OF BEATS. I knew he'd be perfect, and I was so glad when he responded enthusiastically to my proposal just a few weeks ago.
So here we are. Pumpkin Spice still tastes like sludge and you still can't spit out a mouthful of it without hitting some new product that bears its questionable aroma. Pumpkin Spice safety razors. Pumpkin Spice children's bicycle helmet. Pumpkin Spice funeral home.