— I am a real ball to be around. I want to explain more, but it's really hard to put this into words. Please bear with me. I start off slowly, a few kind introductions, light banter...the usual. It's after about 20 minutes (or 2 drinks - whichever comes first) that I start to warm up the party. I will usually lip-sync a song or two out of the main spotlight, just to get myself loose. Once a microphone is left unattended, I strike! I have the crowd in the PALM. OF. MY. HAND. Like a tiny crowd ball that I'm about to bounce in my game of social jacks. They're laughing so hard, their eyes all roll back in their heads with glee. Tears are shed when I make note of suffering in the world, and I quickly come back with a joke! The night is young. No tears. No tears. I have them all right where I want them. They are enjoying the party, commenting on how the Best of Baltimore Party was nothing until I was on-stage. They know who I am by now, and have all followed me on instagram (dtart) and twitter (davetartdrums)...liking, favorite-ing, and retweeting all of my posts. I'm feeling the love. I shout out all of the local vendors here, because without them, this is nothing. I give love to the hosts of the party, the live band (aren't they great), and of course the City Paper (for orchestrating this whole thing and covering my talent fee - which is just free admission, but I won't tell). They are all exhausted from dancing, eating, sampling stuff, and enjoying our great city, that they don't realize the sun is up! Alas, our night is over. Thank you everyone for coming. This was a real pleasure. I'm Dave Tart, and I will be here whenever they need me.