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Festival Program Note
Nobody argues with a rig that boots itself. After the console “decides” it isn’t done, the crew does what crews always do: they stop asking why and start making it safe. Someone rides the faders like they’re calming a living animal, someone else throws a look at the schedule like it can explain itself later, and the Control Core leans into the moment—one more clean load, one more locked tempo, one more song the festival seems to be requesting by name. If the night wants Dance Mode, Ops will… note it for post-mortem.
Lead Puppet Producer
Riff – Riff treated this song like a mass-activation anthem—something halfway between a Eurodance love letter and a hardstyle ignition switch. She wanted the chorus to feel like the whole sky tipping open, so she borrowed one of Loopette’s favorite harmonic tricks: a Lydian #4 lift that makes the hook feel brighter, stranger, and bigger than the chords underneath have any right to be. Between the duet, the gang-shout hook, and that little harmonic flash of “upward,” the whole track was designed to flip the crowd from self-conscious to fully committed. To Riff, that was the mission: not just getting people to dance, but making them feel like they’d been switched on together.
Track Dedication
Dedicated to the listeners. I know, I know—very original. After all the effort to shine a light everywhere else, it feels almost backwards to end up here. But the truth is, an idea by itself doesn’t go very far.
It needs someone to hear it, to carry it, to give it a moment of their day. Without that, it’s just noise in storage. So even if it sounds obvious, this is for the people who chose to listen—and in doing so, gave this whole thing a reason to exist.
Lyrics – “FELTWARE v2.3 (Dance Mode On)”
Official lyrics are provided below for reference.
Crowd packed tight Hands up high Felt in the air Stitch in the sky Hey! Badge on my wrist says "Feltware Pass" Threadbare shoes still built to last Stage lights glare on a fleece-lined throne Every string they pull hits straight to the bone Kermit on the banner, Miss P in the flames Gonzo in goggles, rewriting the games Dance mode on at Feltware Flip that switch in my chest (Woo!) All these puppet gods Got the crowd possessed Stitched-up kings of the night Making monsters of the shy Dance mode on at Feltware We don't walk, we fly Foam heads bouncing, Velcro hearts race Fur in my mouth, glitter on my face Animals screaming, faster, more My feet turn rockets, I'm glued to the floor Beaker in the booth, losing his mind Bunsen in the lasers, breaking the design Dance mode on at Feltware Flip that switch in my chest (Woo!) All these puppet gods Got the crowd possessed Stitched-up kings of the night Making monsters of the shy Dance mode on at Feltware We don't walk, we fly Left, right, rip the seams We are living memes Soft hands, hardcore soul Pull my strings, lose control Dance mode on at Feltware Flip that switch in my chest (Woo!) All these puppet gods Got the crowd possessed Stitched-up kings of the night Making monsters of the shy Dance mode on at Feltware We don't walk, we fly Crowd stitched tight Hearts on thread 'Til the felt runs out We're dance mode fed