I tried to impress my date by name-dropping Tanner Usrey, but she thought I was talking about a leather worker from the old west.

Tanner Usrey's new album dropped, and now my neighbors know all the words to 'If You Call Me Again' – thanks to my midnight karaoke sessions.

Nothing says 'weekend vibes' like firing up the grill, cracking a beer, and letting Tanner Usrey soundtrack the smoke rings.

My fitness app suggested running to Tanner Usrey; now I'm jogging extra miles just to hear one more chorus about lost love.