In the eastbound lane of New York City, there lived a man named Alex Pall. His drive was to tinker with the DJ for a living, and while the manifestations of his goals became more and more defined, his affinity for the means to his end result became complimented with the necessity to understand that in order to do what exactly he so loved to do, he had to run straight directly at his aims, despite the astigmatisms surrounding his over boiling passion for audible aesthetics.
He was grinding at a part-time job in an art display during this mindset which took over his whole paradigm, and in those weeks he would traverse to the locations of New York City where mics would be held, and it was there he would perform his truth and beauty. His accompanying music supervisor then informed him of an Andrew Taggart who exhibited an interest in replacing the now seatless band mate who walked out on Alex Pall prior to his meeting with Andrew Taggart.
In regards to Andrew Taggart, he began his commute by going to an institution of learnedness in the land of Maine. He originally possessed a direction to finish college. He too had an affection for the beats of electronic masterpieces, but his coeds framed his preferences and tastes for the music as a joke. After senior year came and went through, the electronic was in the air and people were buying records left and right as Andrew Taggart caught wind of the New York bust in getting DJs on the forefront of entertainment. He exported well-done songs to the SoundCloud website, and also pulled off a few public events with his music intact before being motioned into the Big City where an Alex Pall was in need of a new bandmate.