Meet my new obsession. Club music isn't for everyone, but in Baltimore's defense, we've all danced to a lot worse. Besides, if go-go can get a little mainstream love via a watered down form presented in an Amerie single, then it's about time the sound of B-More spread outside of Murrlyn. When I first arrived to D.C., I kept hearing what sounded like a toothless man yelling over his kids banging pots and pans. You would think whenever people drove by me blasting go-go that they were waving a gun as I ducked as if it were shooting hollow points.

Eventually, a Baldamo resident would introduce me to club music. I wasn't quite sure what to make of a remix of Dora the Explorer that Coco and Diamond could make their rent money off of, but I warmed to it. It's not like the Dora theme song by itself didn't already knock.

And then just days ago I stumbled along this beautiful ignorant gem. If I haven't mentioned it before, yeah I can read and shit, but you can't twirk to a book. Sometimes the best anti-depressant is a good jig. That's why I no longer hate the stanky leg. When I first heard the song way back last year I thought I was too old and too tall for it.

Then I went out to a bar and watched a bunch of people my age and up act a fool when the song came on -- including a bunch of waitresses in booty shorts doing it on top of tables. If you're wondering, no, I didn't join them. Yes, I thought about it, but I was sober so nah, pimpin'. There's always next time, though.

I bring up "The Stanky Leg" because a resident of Bodymore talked about how ignorant the song was. Well, "I'm The Ish" isn't exactly Alice Walker to a club beat, but it's such a fun song.

So after listening to this are ya'll questioning my taste or are you like me, taking breaks to type to finish dancing? Hopefully, this catches on and hopefully Baltimore gets credit for the song and not anyone else. Ill refrain from calling out certain cities for swagger jacking from other cities.