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  • My First Spotify Wrapped — The Year the Universe Finally Heard Me Sing

    October 2024 → December 2025 • Four Albums • One Cosmic Rodeo Queen

    The first time I saw my name printed on a Spotify Wrapped card — “Jade Ann Byrne” floating next to a swirl of neon stars — I swear I felt the whole Diamond Valley flicker.

    Like the universe finally tuned into my frequency: unicorn static, rogue-AI girlhood, cosmic rodeo grit, and California eGirl heart.

    This wasn’t supposed to happen.

    Not for a girl who rebuilt herself from cinders, who wrote songs on a Zalpa guitar held together by hope, martin strings and silver rings, who uploaded tracks at 3AM while I nanny a toddler knocked out on one arm and esports chaos ringing in the other.

    But here we are.

    https://open.spotify.com/user/38vsnlecxow6pf1vvewr77eja?si=0hTfl8VJRcS1Ad-nIUCGKg

    My first year on Spotify. My first ever Wrapped.

    My first real proof that people — actual humans — pressed play. No bot here.

    🌟 72 listeners. 11.8K streams. 640 hours. 20 countries.

    Each number is tiny and humbling…

    and somehow massive.

    No industry machine.

    No PR billboard budget.

    No paid playlist plugs.

    Just humans who found me, vibed with me, and held my music like a secret they weren’t ready to share yet.

    From the United States to Australia, the Netherlands, Brazil, and the UK — my little neon voice traveled farther than I did this year. 2025 was a brutal year for artists, a year when fires didn’t just burn forests… they burned through entire creative ecosystems. Some of the very places and people who were supposed to be part of my journey — my dancers, my mixers, my techs, my honky-tonk dreamers, my roadside poets — were hit directly.

    My redneck 10 Freeway tour to Florida was supposed to be the proving ground. The plan was to test the music in every humble bar, every neon dive, every supper club and chicken-wire honky-tonk that would throw us a power outlet and a warm welcome. We had Texas dates circled in pink glitter and hope.

    And then the fires came.

    The smoke rolled in like a curtain call none of us asked for. Venues shuttered, roads closed, families evacuated, and the creatives I work with had to take care of their homes, their people, their lives. My tour didn’t just get canceled — it got swallowed by the same flames that swallowed entire communities.

    But even without stepping on those stages, my songs still traveled.

    They crossed oceans while I stayed put.

    They found ears in twenty countries while I stayed home taking care of my own.

    And maybe that’s its own kind of miracle — that in a year full of ash and heartbreak, the music still moved.

    🎶 Top Track: “Twinkle Twinkle Little Spark (Lightbringer Mix)” — 360 Streams

    A lullaby for tired paladins.

    A healing spell disguised as a glitch-pop nursery rhyme.

    A warm light in a cold timeline.

    Thirteen listeners looped it enough to clock 360 plays.

    To each of you: I hope you felt the magic I poured into that track.

    💿 Top Album: “J3p3g$ R0t L!k3 Y0ur L0v3 (C0rrupt3d M3m0r!3$ Fr0m Th3 Cloud)” — 7.1K Streams

    I made this album when my cowboy heart was held together with neon duct tape, barbed wire and stubborn Wisconsin evangelical Lutheran faith in what my heal slut belief love is. Blind. Unconditional. Patient. Kind. Fierce. Undeserved.

    It’s messy and beautiful — like digital tears dripping into a motherboard. Heart ache. The California Sound. Embarrassing tales of being a human failing upwards.

    And somehow it became my most streamed creation.

    🪩 Super Listeners + Playlist Chaos

    October was feral.

    37% of listeners became super listeners

    and delivered 95% of my total streams.

    Then came the playlist stampede:

    17 playlists 396 playlist adds

    Y’all added me to breakup playlists, gym playlists, gamer playlists, witchy playlists, rave playlists, “don’t text him back” playlists, and one playlist titled simply:

    “Late-Night Self-Care but Not Like That.”

    (I love you.)

    🚀 2,300% Listener Growth • 9,999% Saves • 9,999% Streams • 9,800% Playlist Adds

    Either a rogue nation-state AI discovered me (slay)

    or people finally started hearing the signal beneath the noise.

    Nothing about this year was normal.

    Everything was magic.

    🏆 Accolades: The Early Riser • The Party Starter • The Night Owl

    Three badges.

    Three sides of Jade.

    Three reasons my playlists hit different.

    💚 What This Wrapped Means to Me

    This year wasn’t about going viral.

    This year was about becoming real.

    Four albums released in the span of fourteen months.

    Zero excuses.

    Zero shortcuts.

    Just creation, chaos, lavender, healing, and stubborn faith.

    And now my name lives inside Spotify Wrapped forever. Another hat, another feather, another carnation pinned close to my heart.

    2026 is the year I stop whispering and start broadcasting. Rural raw vocal Americana paired with the infallible electronic slide of synthetic digital pulses.

    🔥 CALL TO ACTION — JOIN THE JADEVERSAL STREAM TEAM 💚💚

    Sweetheart… this is the part where you come in.

    If you want to help me grow —

    if you want to be part of the next Wrapped —

    if you want to be one of the first 1,000 people to ever follow this cosmic rodeo of mine…

    Here’s how to support the JadeVerse in 30 seconds:

    🟢 1. Follow Jade Ann Byrne on Spotify

    https://open.spotify.com/artist/27v5LrG4o23NWEb9X73qXT?si=LHLWH9GLTJSgsjw7hLG3XQ

    Tap the green button.

    It’s free.

    It changes my life.

    💚 2. Add my music to your Likes

    Hit the heart on every track you vibe with.

    Spotify notices. The algorithm blushes.

    🎧 3. Add my albums & songs to your playlists

    Make it personal.

    Make it aesthetic.

    Make it chaos-coded.

    Your playlists tell Spotify I matter.

    🔁 4. Add my playlists to YOUR profile

    Let your friends see you’re early to Jade Ann Byrne.

    Trendsetter behavior only.

    🧡 5. Share my tracks to your friends’ playlists

    Yes — especially your dad’s Spotify.

    Dad playlists LOVE me.

    Workplace playlists?

    Even better.

    Get me heard in breakrooms, warehouses, cubicles, cafecitos, and construction sites.

    🎵 6. Check out my friends’ playlists too

    The JadeVerse is communal.

    My friends curate heat.

    Show them love — they’re part of the ecosystem that carries me.

    💫 7. Press play while you cook, drive, shower, game, or sleep

    Streams count whenever the universe flows.

    🌌 Thank You for Making My First Year Real – I’ve done a lot of stuff in my life this was one of my most satisfying projects and it’s just starting. There is no one else. Just me. Your support, love, and occasional pizzas have been appreciated.

    From October 2024 to December 2025, I didn’t just release music —

    I released pieces of my story.

    Thank you for listening.

    Thank you for choosing me.

    Thank you for being part of my first Wrapped.

    We go further in 2026.

    Louder. Brighter. Wilder.

    Paladin energy only.

    With All My Love

    Jade Ann Byrne

    A Little Gift for the True Super Listeners…

    If you made it all the way to the bottom of this blog, sweetheart…

    you’ve unlocked the secret cutscene of the JadeVerse.

    This photo isn’t just spice —

    it’s a whole chronomancy ritual strapped to my thighs.

    Top garter: Apple Watch Ultra set to Pacific Time, the home frequency — the timezone of my childhood, my chaos, my late-night uploads, and my sunrise resets.

    Bottom garter: Fitbit Sense set to UTC, the global standard — the clock of paladins, coders, pilots, and anyone who lives between worlds.

    Solo garter: A mechanical watch locked to Paris time, wrapped in a moissanite tennis bracelet — because somewhere in my soul, a tiny French girl in a Dior atelier is stitching my destiny by candlelight.

    All three? Time Mage Unkocked

    Garters hand-customed by me, built like little wearable altars to the timelines I walk.

    And the look is completed with:

    ✨ Victoria’s Secret PINK Dog “LOVE” shorts — chaos but make it adorable

    ✨ Lavender Dusk Lululemon Scuba full-zip — my battle hoodie, my armor

    ✨ Sterling silver + platinum rings stacked heavy

    ✨ Over a dozen carats of moissanite catching every photon like a disco ball blessing

    It’s not an outfit.

    It’s a multi-realm synchronization spell

    performed by a cosmic rodeo cowgirl who tracks three timelines and still shows up on beat.

    Welcome to the JadeVerse, babe.

    Time runs for me — not the other way around.

    Post Script

    Autographs and physical albums — just text

    +1 (424) 249-9846

    Tell me which time zone you want me to sign from:

    Pacific, UTC, or Paris. ✨

  • 🌌✨ 5,000 Plays on Apple Music: A Cosmic Rodeo Thank-You ✨🌌

    🌌✨ 5,000 Plays on Apple Music: A Cosmic Rodeo Thank-You ✨🌌

    By Jade Ann Byrne — Eat My Cake Records

    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.

    You can listen here:
    JADE ANN BYRNE – COSMIC RODEO QUEEN dot FLACC

    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.

    If you haven’t heard it yet, ride with me:
    👉 Insert Apple Music link again

    And if you have?
    Run it back for me, sweetheart.
    Let’s hit 10,000 together.

    The rodeo just started.
    The cosmos is listening.
    And I love y’all more than you know.

    Jade Ann Byrne
    Eat My Cake Records
    Cosmic Rodeo Queen of the Multiverse

    “To everyone who hit play even once: thank you for your service to the Cosmic Rodeo.”

    I’m here with you, always.

  • Eat My Cake Records Forecasts a Brutal California Summer — and I’m Bringing the Space Country Trap Heat

    Eat My Cake Records Forecasts a Brutal California Summer — and I’m Bringing the Space Country Trap Heat

    Eat My Cake Records Forecasts a Brutal California Summer — and I’m Bringing the Space Country Trap Heat

    Originally written by Jade Ann Byrne, Eat My Cake Record

    California summers have always had a pulse — a shimmer, a heat haze, a little bit of danger, and a whole lot of attitude. But this year? Oh honey… this summer isn’t creeping in. It’s kicking the door down in rhinestone boots.

    And Eat My Cake Records has the soundtrack locked, loaded, and glitter-polished.

    When PRLog picked up the story — “Eat My Cake Records Forecasts Brutal Summer in California feat. Jade Ann Byrne – Space Country Trap” — it felt like the universe finally said out loud what my bones had been humming for months:
    This is a summer meant for transformation, rebellion, heatwaves, heartbreak, rodeos, resurrection, good hair days, bad decisions, and music that sounds like kissing lightning.

    Space.
    Country.
    Trap.
    California.
    Me.
    Us.
    All of it.

    This label was never built to play it safe. Eat My Cake Records was built for girls with dusty boots and chrome nails, boys with soft hearts and loud headphones, DMV line philosophers, nighttime drivers watching the palm trees blur, and everyone who ever learned how to survive by singing to themselves on the walk home.

    And this summer’s music?
    It’s exactly that — survival, seduction, sunshine, and scorch marks.
    A heatwave you can dance inside.

    Why This Summer Matters

    We’re stepping into a season where California is shedding old skin in real time.
    More fire warnings, more cracked desert earth, hotter nights, and stranger sunsets.
    But also?
    More art.
    More grit.
    More glow.
    More reinvention.

    My music comes from that — the weird in-between place where danger meets beauty, where chaos turns into melody, where a girl can be a cosmic cowgirl by morning and a digital paladin by nightfall.

    Space Country Trap wasn’t supposed to exist.
    But neither was I, not in the way I am now — layered, strange, glittery, road-tested, and divinely stubborn.

    So I made the sound that matched my life:
    steel guitar constellations, trap drums echoing in neon canyons, rodeo swagger orbiting a synth starship.

    A Brutal Summer Needs a Beautiful Soundtrack

    If this summer is truly going to be as extreme as forecasters predict — brutally hot, brutally honest, brutally transformative — then let the soundtrack be equally feral and equally soft.

    Let it be Cosmic Rodeo Queen.
    Let it be Pickin’ Strummin’ Pluckin’ Uploadin’.
    Let it be everything I’ve been working toward under Eat My Cake Records.

    Let it be the sound of a woman who refuses to break, who learned to ride the heatwave instead.

    The Forecast? Simple.

    A brutal summer.
    A cosmic anthem.
    A rodeo at the edge of the universe.
    And a label — my label — that isn’t scared of the fire.

    Thank you for being here.
    Thank you for listening.
    Thank you for riding into the heat with me, glitter on your cheeks and courage in your chest.

    Long live Eat My Cake Records.
    Long live the Rodeo Queens.
    Long live California — even when she burns.

    https://www.prlog.org/13068223-eat-my-cake-records-forecasts-brutal-summer-in-california-feat-jade-ann-byrne-space-country-trap.html

    https://www.openpr.com/news/3935104/eat-my-cake-records-los-angeles-presents-jade-ann-byrne-brutal