“Fresh off the plane, Konichiwa bitches.”

While I’m not Kanye West, what I can tell you is that my name is Kevin (a.k.a. “swaggerlikekev”). I’m 15 years old and I hail fresh outta Surrey, British Columbia, Canada. To elaborate on my blogging alias, my swagger ain’t Mick Jagger (as Ye’ so humbly spit); it’s more like a hybrid between John Mayer/Gabe Bondoc/Nick Jonas (haters, rev your engines haha). Trying to explain my taste in music is like trying to teach Physics to a five-year old. For starters, my iTunes is decked out with everything from Jay-Z, to Guns N’ Roses, to Radiohead, and even Asher Roth. Don’t even get me started on how my old man and I miraculously share interest in bands such as Toto, The Police, and Queen. Fortunately, the old man and I share a different taste in films. I am a John Hughes afficionado with a soft spot for 1990’s Disney classics <3. I bleed blue for the Vancouver Canucks and shoot the lights out for the Los Angeles Lakers.

I feel it is a great honour to express my thoughts via Class & Grime; where amazing happens. When I’m not taking naps, expect a myriad of articles tackling various issues such as the state of Hip-Hop/Classic Rock, artist exposes, and current affairs.

I did not write this particular post because it’s meant to be entertaining, but because I feel I can use this formality to educate the kids about my taste in pop culture. And hey, if you do find my posts in the future entertaining, I can take that as a job well done on my end. Oh boy, I feel like a regular Byron Crawford.

I ain’t hard to tell,