Loop Daddy hits Boomtown

In the heart of Boomtown, under bright neon skies,

Marc Rebillet emerges, a legend alive.

With loops and beats, a wizard of sound,

He conjures up magic, where rhythms are found.

Dressed in tight skimpy pants, a whirlwind of flair,

He fires up the audience with wild tousled hair.

The crowd is a sea, swishing round, side to side,

Each pulse of his synth, a mesmerising ride.

Shouting “Let’s get weird!” with a shimmy never dim,

As laughter and madness erupt with a grin.

He samples the chaos, there’s joy in the air,

Transforming the moment, a sonic love affair.

In an arena full of dreams, where time twists and bends,

He blurs the line between performer and friends.

With each sampled loop, a new story unfolds,

A haven of fuckery, flame throwers and gold.

So here at Boomtown, where the wild spirits roam,

Marc and his loops, a rhythm we call home.

In this crazy old town, we dance and we cheer,

For a night of pure magic, with Loop Daddy and beer.

For another poem about Boomtown festival, click here