Today I got the kind of notification that makes a girl stop mid-scroll, blink twice, and whisper “no way” into the cosmos.
Cosmic Rodeo Queen (Juno’s Version) just crossed 5,000 plays in the U.S. on Apple Music — and baby, for an indie California eGirl with a cosmic cowgirl heart and a Wyoming zip code, that feels like striking glitter oil in the desert.
When I recorded this song, I didn’t know if anyone would understand it.
Space Country Trap wasn’t a genre. Hell, I made it up because it was the only sound that matched my life equal parts heartbreak, neon twilight, dusty roads, digital stardust, physics, faith, rodeo energy, eGirl packaging, and California wildness.
And now it’s out there. And you — YES YOU — played it five thousand times.
Five. Thousand. 5K real ears. 5K tiny universes where this song lived for three minutes and some change. 5K reminders that this dream of mine actually has wings (and spurs).
I know I’m supposed to act all cool and mysterious and industry-brained but babe… I’m not built like that. I’m built like a girl who spent half her life fighting to be heard and the other half trying to stay alive long enough to sing about it.
So tonight, I’m just grateful. Grateful and loud.
To everyone who streamed it in their car, in their headphones, at work, in bed, during a cry, during a glow-up, on a treadmill, while gaming, while cooking, while daydreaming — thank you.
To my tiny team (me + DJ Wet CupCake + my multiverse of Paladins) — thank you.
To California for birthing this heatwave of a sound. To Wyoming for giving me the quiet to write it. To the universe for letting me live long enough to be a Cosmic Rodeo Queen in the first place.
Cosmic Rodeo Chronicles: Introducing Eat My Cake Records, Jade Ann Byrne & DJ Wet Cup Cake
Los Angeles sunsets don’t just fall — they melt.
Out past Beverly Hills, past the neon carwashes and desert billboards, past the checkpoint lights and spinning rotors of StarNine, there’s a corridor of sky where the California sound refuses to sit still. That’s where Eat My Cake Records lives.
I built this label for that exact strip of atmosphere — where Bakersfield twang crashes into 808s, where Palm Springs mirages hum like synths, where Diamond Valley water reflects UFO pink, and where an eGirl dairy farmer from a tiny town gets to be a cosmic headliner instead of a ghost in someone else’s credits.
This is the official introduction:
Jade Ann Byrne × DJ Wet Cup Cake × Eat My Cake Records. One universe. No brakes.
Who Is Jade Ann Byrne in This Story?
I’m the one in the hat.
Raised on hoofbeats, hymnals, and dial-up, split between dairy barns and dim basements packed with consoles and patch cables. Horse girl, farm girl, church kid, chatroom mod, barista, bottle service, disaster response, MMO healer, cam pioneer, Paladin of lost causes — all of it walks into the booth with me.
My arsenal is simple and loyal:
A road-scarred Yamaha Pacifica that still smells like cheap venues and better nights.
A faithful Casio keyboard that’s written more 3 AM hooks than most writing camps.
A mariachi-adjacent acoustic that knows every sad joke the valley ever told.
A head tuned permanently to California s o u n d : Bakersfield steel, Riverside static, late-night dedications, border bleed, motel neon, parking lot reverb.
I write like I’m driving east of Eden with the windows down — one hand on the wheel, one hand on a bruised heart — talking to every girl who’s ever been almost loved, and every boy who never learned how to apologize without a backing track.
Who Is DJ Wet Cup Cake?
Every outlaw Paladin needs a chaos engineer.
DJ Wet Cup Cake is the producer and sonic architect of Eat My Cake Records — the one stitching:
into records that feel like speeding past a Riverside County Sheriff cruiser at golden hour: fully licensed, spiritually indicted.
She’s the one who can take a soft confession and turn it stadium-sized without losing the cigarette ash, the mascara streak, or the screenshot receipts.
When you see his name on a record, expect cinematic basslines, surgical drums, and zero apology.
What Is Eat My Cake Records?
Eat My Cake Records is our house — and our dare.
An independent label built for:
Space Country Trap
Road trip ballads with sub-bass
Neon rodeo anthems
Late-night streamer loops
Songs that live between club, chapel, truck stop, and Twitch chat
This is creator-owned armor, not a vanity stamp.
No one dilutes the story.
No one censors the farm girl turned eGirl turned label head.
No one tells California what genre she’s allowed to be.
Our job is to press play on the lives people underestimate: Cowgirls with court dates. DJs with day jobs. Girls at checkpoints reading badge numbers out loud. Kids in the Diamond Valley staring at the sky, waiting for proof they’re not crazy for dreaming past the strip mall.
The Visual: The Cosmic Rodeo Banner
The ultra-wide artwork — neon desert, synthwave grid, Jade in her hat, Wet Cup Cake in orbit — is the mission statement.
On the left, Jade Ann Byrne: space cowgirl, hat tipped, dead sure. On the right, DJ Wet Cup Cake: headphones on, laughing mid-mix, the sound engineer of your next bad decision.
Across the horizon:
EAT MY CAKE RECORDS blazing in chrome-fuchsia.
JADE ANN BYRNE × DJ WET CUP CAKE glowing beneath.
COSMIC RODEO CHRONICLES stamped like a badge of honor.
Threaded through the scene:
A tiny sheriff star constellation and a STAR NINE helicopter silhouette.
Micro neon icons along the grid: horse, guitar, cassette, palm tree, radio tower, haloed dairy cow.
Ghosted hints of Palm Springs windmills, Bakersfield oil jacks, and a Diamond Valley reflection.
Not a map. A myth. One glance and you know: This is the Eat My Cake Records universe.
What To Expect Next
From Eat My Cake Records, expect:
Double singles & A/B sides that tell both sides of the story.
Space Country Trap experiments that still hit like pop when the chorus lands.
Live streams, DJ sets, behind-the-scenes from studios, barns, rooftops, and desert pull-offs.
Collabs with artists who understand that California isn’t a genre; it’s a multiverse.
If you are:
a music supervisor hunting for something actually new,
a brand that understands grit, neon, and consent,
an artist who absolutely refuses to shrink,
then congratulations — you’ve found your bar.
Enter the Cosmic Rodeo 🎂
Listen, follow, and ride with us:
Instagram: @EatMyCakeRecords
X / Twitter: @EatMyCakeRec
YouTube: Eat My Cake Records
SoundCloud / Spotify / Apple Music: Jade Ann Byrne, DJ Wet Cup Cake
Official Hub: jadeannbyrne.egirl4rent.com/EatMyCakeRecordz/
The label is live. The horses are saddled. The lights are painfully pink.
Welcome to Eat My Cake Records — where the Paladin gets the aux cord, the sheriff gets a verse, and nobody leaves without a song stuck in their head.
“Cosmic Rodeo Chronicles” is live. 🎂 Eat My Cake Records officially unveils the universe of Jade Ann Byrne, neon cowgirl of the Diamond Valley, and DJ Wet Cup Cake, architect of the California Ocean Grown West Coast Sound. Space Country Trap, desert sunsets, checkpoints, helicopters, heartbreak — all in one cinematic label launch. 🔗 jadeannbyrne.egirl4rent.com/EatMyCakeRecordz/
