Yo, I'd blast a loopy, echo‑laden riff that grabs the night’s wind, the rustle of leaves, and the distant siren of a streetlamp, then layer it with a slow, steady bass line that feels like the heartbeat of the park. The walls would start humming, and the crowd would be lost in the beat, swaying under the moon. If anyone starts drooping, I’ll drop a wild loop of a subway hiss to get them back in the groove.