It started, as many small legends do, in the half-lit glow of a bedroom studio. Deejay Virtuo—known to friends as Marco—was an obsessive tinkerer: vinyl archivist by night, software dab hand by day. He’d spent years digitizing rare mixes, restoring crackle and hum into something that sounded like memory rather than noise. But one problem kept tripping him up: intrusive broadcaster logos stamped across treasured footage, stubborn and ugly as a factory watermark.