No-one could have believed that in the early years of the 1980s, that rhythm machines were being watched from the timeless worlds of Tokyo. Few men even considered the viability of a rhythm machine dedicated exclusively to the reproduction of grainy claves and timbales that swarm and multiply in a drop of quijada. And yet, across the gulf of the sea of Japan, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this market segment with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans up for a drum machine that produced latin sounds.
(This is the opening of my new novel. It goes on to describe how a capsule lands on Horsell Common. Slowly the lid screws off, and Miami Sound Machine emerge playing Guiros, with their deadly war cry “Docdocdocdocdoctor beat”).
It seems strange to me now, that we treated this drum machine much as any other…
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Posted by: kittenhead at July 27, 2005 04:34 PMHit me with your rhythm stick!
Ah, but can the drum machines accurately portray the latin sounds of a Quika? (I know I spelled that wrong. Penfold, shush.)
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