I want a blank artists thong that looks like a tiny piece of black floss with little goggles on it coming out of me ars. See what u guys can do. Ill moon people to unabashedly advertise your name.. but then Ill have to get into shows for free. My ass will be like a spokesperson.
This is more a comment for the general public who weren't able to attend the Movement this year, as opposed to a comment for Blank Artists.
Dear everyone who couldn't make it, I feel it is my duty to say that.... Blank was representing like a cat in heat. Drew Pompa rocked the venue like it was on the San Andreas Fault. His pulsating beats were mesmerizing, along with an undertone of a delayed climax that kept building and building throughout the set. As each measure passed, it just got more and more intense, throbbing into the minds of the public. Finally, the tension broke, and there seemed to be a spread of release as we all came down together from that ride of a life. But, it wasn't done. Dahlberg took to the stage with yet another set of originals, just his Mac, his mixer, and the music. I myself witnessed the phenomena that is the universal language of music by watching the exchange student out on the floor, just loosing his fuggin mind. I've lived with him for nine months so far, and haven't heard anything except for Top 40 hip-hop screaming from his headphones, but, today he was out there rocking out like he had just had his first kiss from Lady 'Lectronic, and he loved it. I myself was standing in awe of the raw power of the masses, watching everyone move as one, even though most had never met prior, and probably will never meet again. Props to the Boys on Blank for putting out like high schoolers! Keep rocking, grooving, and producing, bros. We all love it.
Sincerely -Jess Dahlberg (Thats right. The little one.)
You guys, I doubt words could explain how hot that party was last night. I danced so much last night, that my legs are in pain. No complaints. Awesome party! I was glad I was there to rock out another year with you guys.