TALES FROM
THE SYNTHETIC WEST

from: popeye-x
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TALES FROM THE SYNTHETIC WEST:
Late one West Texas night, in 1985, I was riding in the back seat of a car with my friend, Steve Cureton (AKA Esteban), and we noticed behind us, the band's equipment truck headlights were vertical, instead of horizontal.

Steve said, "We have to go back…", I said, "Naw…".

We did go back, and indeed, the truck was lying on its side, and anvil-cased synthesizers and PA racks were poking thru gaping holes torn in the top of the truck box ceiling. It was about 2a.m., we got out ALL the electronic gear, and set it up in a vacant lot scattered with rusty truck parts, etc. We ran a long AC cord extension to a hamburger joint's light pole, and pretty soon I had a nice multi-polyphonic synth appreciated GLOB going. Meanwhile, Esteban had MY GLOB echoed thru his Lexicon PM70 to the point of Cureton-ian Re-Digital-izaion, creating HIS OWN GLOB floating thru the darkness in the middle of Nowhere, Texas. Tangerine Dream would have been proud of us boys. None of our precious electronic equipment was hurt in the least, however, a nice, pretty, Vox AC-30 guitar amp turned into particleboard kindling with frazzled wires hanging out. We got lucky, eh, Mr. Cureton?

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