Blood on the Dance Floor is an electronica band consisting of Dahvie Vanity and Jayy Von Monroe. These boys almost instantaneously drew our attention because of Jayy’s feathers and Dahvie’s face paint and we were more than excited to get them to talk to us. They just released a new album “All the Rage!” Dahvie: We are ready to party. Carmen: Do you guys get bras thrown at you? Jayy: Absolutely. Dahvie: I love to put the bras in my mouth and dance around. Jayy: I put them on my head. Carmen: Do you collect them? Dahvie: Hell yah. Jayy: I don’t. Dahvie: I have a weird shrine in my room. I’m just kidding. No, I just wear them as helmets, that’s it. Jayy: And then I throw them back. Carmen: Could you ballpark how many have been thrown at you? Jayy: Oh, God… Jesus. Dahvie: Over a thousand. Jayy: A lot of bras… Dahvie: We’ve actually had an article hit one of us in the head. Jayy: Yah, I don’t like that. Dahvie: (imitates singing and the sound of a bra hitting him and a scream) “Do you know where that’s been? She’s in middle school!” Carmen: What’s a necessity for tour? Jayy: Baby powder. Baby fucking powder. Carmen: …Can we ask why…? Jayy: It keeps your hair dry, like if you put it on your forehead it keeps your hair dry and you bangs from getting all sweaty. Dahvie: Like we’re outside, playing in 105 degree weather. Jayy: You cannot keep dry. Carmen: What’s the strangest gift you’ve gotten on tour? Dahvie: I think someone gave me a Magnum condom. Michelle: In the wrapper still? Dahvie: And I used it. Jayy: (laughs) Dahvie: And I found that I can fit into a Magnum. That was interesting. Jayy: I don’t know if I can top that one. I’ve had some weird shit given to me though. Carmen: Go ahead and try. Dahvie: Hey, at least I’m having safe sex. Carmen: What’s the best part about being on tour? Dahvie: The fans. Jayy: Absolutely. Getting to wake up every day and get to see all the people that write you every day and love you so fucking much. Dahvie: Yah, they bring you little foods and some fruit canons. Jayy: Liquor. Cigarettes. Weed. Dahvie: These kids are amazing. Jayy: Great fans. Dahvie: We’ve got some good kids. Carmen: We need to get fans. Jayy: (laughs) Michelle: We don’t sing or anything… Jayy: There’s always Girls Gone Wild or something. You can flash your tits. Dahvie: No, these ladies are Miss Independents right here. You gotta respect. Carmen: What’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve done on stage? Dahvie: I’ve played in my underwear. Nicole: What… wait…? Dahvie: I literally took off my pants and just played in my underwear. Nicole: Boxers? Briefs? Boxer briefs? Dahvie: I prefer hot shorts. We’re both into the hot shorts, you see. Girls are into them. Little booty shorts. Michelle: Like boy shorts? Dahvie: Yah, I think those are pretty ridiculous. Jayy: I’m pretty much already naked when I go on stage anyways. Dahvie: Yah, he has a little cup on his penis. Carmen: If you weren’t rock stars, what would you be? Jayy: What’s a rock star? Carmen: You guys. Jayy: Oh, okay. Dahvie: We’re people. Rock stars are vain. Jayy: Doing hair, girl. We’d all be doing hair. Dahvie: Cosmetology. I’d be working in a salon, hating my life. Carmen: Kill, Fuck, Marry. Megan Fox, Brad Pitt, Lady Gaga. Dahvie: Megan Fox, all the way, man. I have a crush on her. Jayy: I’d fucking murder Lady Gaga. (Laughs) Assassination on the loss, I’m coming for you, bitch. Dahvie: Megan Fox, my phone number is 407… Jayy: So, Marry, not fuck. And who was the other one, Brad Pitt? I think I would fuck him and then kill him. Nicole: Well, I guess that’s legal… well, it’s illegal but… Dahvie: Can’t everyone just get along Jayy: Orgy!! We’re going to have a very sexy part! Dahvie: Thank you; we are Blood on the Dance Floor. Fuck yeah! Jayy: Fuck yeah!