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Nigel Lloyd poetry

I Was A Teenage Synthesist

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.


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