Night pulse by dj marcoz published on 2024-04-28T00:00:07Z In the heart of the neon-lit city, DJ Marcoz was a legend. His beats were not just music; they were magic, weaving through the air and into the souls of his listeners. But Marcoz had a secret: his music was alive, thanks to his little helpers, the psychedelic gnomes. These weren't your garden-variety gnomes. They were creatures of rhythm and hue, born from the very essence of sound and color that Marcoz conjured with his turntables. Each gnome was a vibrant splash of paint on the canvas of the night, their pointed hats bobbing to the beat as they mixed melodies like master painters blending their hues. The gnomes worked in the shadows, away from the prying eyes of the crowd. They tinkered with the bass, toyed with the treble, and sprinkled stardust on the synths. Their tiny hands were a blur, crafting the layers of sound that Marcoz needed to cast his spell on the dance floor. As the night deepened, the music soared, and the gnomes danced with wild abandon. They were the unsung heroes of the underground, the architects of aural ecstasy. And as the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, they retreated into the hidden pockets of the city, leaving behind only the echoes of their nocturnal symphony. DJ Marcoz bowed to his audience, the cheers washing over him like a tidal wave. But in his heart, he knew the true applause belonged to his psychedelic gnomes, the tiny maestros of the night's unforgettable rhapsody. πΆπ Genre House Comment by Djecky Bakker goed bezig haha 2024-04-28T12:35:15Z