The Blow
The Blow is an electro pop band comprising Khaela Maricich and Melissa Dyne. Maricich and Dyne write, compose, produce and perform all the music. It was formed as a solo project by Maricich in 2002, and she was joined by Jona Bechtolt, aka Yacht, from 2004 to 2007. Melissa Dyne became part of the project in 2007.
The live shows often incorporate monologues and other performance elements. Melissa Dyne began collaborating with Maricich on the live Blow shows starting in 2007, gradually incorporating her background in installation, sound, and conceptual art into the live show. Dyne performs live from a location off stage. Maricich and Dyne composed and produced an eponymous album for The Blow, released in 2013. They have given a series of artist talks discussing The Blow as a mode of performance art.
History
Formation
The Blow was formed in Olympia, Washington. Maricich's solo music project had previously been called Get the Hell Out of the Way of the Volcano.
Podcasts:
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by Blow
Hock It
by: BlowYou're so slidey with your slender lines
I know you take the babies by the hand
And it's all fine until you took my time,
That's how you put your fuel into demand
Chests ablaze with just the aiming of your gaze
You can blink and watch the ladies take a fall.
I recall the soft heat of when you left me in the
street
And I watched you walk on.
Hearts beat quicker when your eyes provide the liquor,
It's enough to flood the bachelorette parties
All the girls would throw, if they thought the groom
would show
But they know that he won't.
He's a punk, won't give it up.
Hot looks but he can't touch.
The excitement is the chase, to catch your gaze is like
a bird within the hand.
It began so nice, but now I'm trapped inside,
It seems this cage for me must be your plan.
Your mean tricks, like the wetness of your lips
When you say, "just put your heart here in my hand."
And though I know you might hock it,
I can't keep it in my pocket. I've tried, but I can't.
Oh man.
I can see, and all the fellas they agree,
That a boy like you is not to be trusted.
But it's just so hot, it incinerates my thoughts, and
I'm not really able to make it stop.
Your hot staring, while it seems it might be caring,
I know that it's me that you're gonna drop.
But I don't care, I'm as happy half aware.