![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Hearing “Crank That” for the first time was like being brainwashed into an all-exclusive way of being, solely accessible to believers in the swagger it exhibited: it was more of a chant than an intricate array of bars, more of a visual experience than an auditory soundscape, more of an open-ended celebration than a one-way flex-but more than anything else, it was simple. I was 12 years old when I first heard “Crank That (Soulja Boy).” There was a violent hailstorm raging outside of the local Boys & Girls Club where I was attending summer camp, and while we were all locked indoors until the weather cleared up or our parents came to take us home, several of the counselors agreed to pop a copy of Dance Central into the company Wii system to help us endure the wait.
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