Back in the dim and distant past
Before Midi, samplers and the podcast
Way way back in my memory’s mist
I was a teenage synthesist.
Back in the distant haze of time
When not paying for music was a crime
I endured my boring dead end job
To buy the products of Dr Bob.
Before the advent of the DX7
I spent my days in modular heaven
Before the digital age unfurled
I got lost each day in a patch lead world.
My ever present creative flow
Was linked to the signal path of my VCO
I slept all night and dreamt all day
Controlled only by the output of my VCA.
Days and nights spent on my tod
Changing my LFO from my Pulse Width Mod
Thought out and planned with all my preps
And sequenced in a mighty sixteen steps.
Sadly, to my synthesist years age has put a stop
I am now content with emulations on an old laptop
Gone are the modules and the analogue delays
But I remember my synthesist glory days.