Disco Lines was found off the coast of Venice Beach, California by a pod of emotionally hyper-intelligent dolphins. They took him in and nursed him back to health using their sonar therapy and fat blunts. Living amongst the dolphins, he quickly gained fluency in echolocation, music theory, and synthesization. After he hit puberty, he was banished from the pod when he remixed a traditional dolphin mating chant into a tech house banger. Saddened yet inspired, he swam to shore, leaving his delphinidae family behind, with nothing but his dreams and a USB full of IDs. These days, now mostly land-bound and still carrying the faint scent of saltwater, Disco Lines travels the world performing uptempo rituals that some scientists believe increase serotonin, libido, and often summon nearby marine mammals. He remains banned from SeaWorld for trying to free Willy. He makes music. He loves dolphins. He cannot be stopped.