Funk asks you to move your feet. MIDI asks you to move your mouse. When the two meet, we get something that isn't nostalgic and isn't futuristic—it’s parallel .
So why is the niche genre of suddenly un-ironically awesome? funk goes on midi
Funk is sweat. It’s the squeak of a drum pedal. It’s the natural tape saturation of a 1978 Studer. It’s James Brown demanding a rest —the negative space that hits you in the chest. Funk asks you to move your feet
Early MIDI modules (Roland Sound Canvas, Korg M1, Yamaha DX7) had funk sounds that were... adorable. The slap bass sounds like a rubber band stretched over a shoebox. The brass stabs sound like a kazoo choir. So why is the niche genre of suddenly un-ironically awesome
MIDI, on the other hand, is digital perfection. It is the sterile 1s and 0s. It’s the sound of a sequencer playing exactly on the grid at 120 BPM with zero velocity variation.