Kevin Patrick

(Taurus / Ontario)

Drum Machine, Drum Machine


A soulless ambience permeates the air
Mechanically reducing the spirits subtext
Into a droning limbless catatonic basin
Dissecting the rules of rhythmic conscious
Into a Drum Machine, Drum Machine Drum Machine Curse

It’s the beat toolbox of an artificial pulse
Purveying instinct to mindless repetition
That is coldly remorseless of musical accord entertaining the vacuum of heavenly sedition
For Drum Machine, Drum Machine Drum Machine crap

The only place you work is cheap techno bars
Hidden in the back streets for trendy little coteries
Electro clash, Hip Hop Jazz and Industrial workshops
Are the only decent sources that cleans up its malignancy
More Drum Machine, Drum Machine Drum Machine cack

Your everything that represent the problem of the 80’s
Homogenized. Factorized superficial candy pop
Pioneering Goth kids and wannabe celebrities
Sucking out the energy with atonal zombie throbs
Drooling Drum Machine, Drum Machine Drum Machine crack


If you were a person Id hang you from a tree
Synthpop is the AIDS of musical emergence
You’re the makeup of a vampire dead with true conviction
If I have to hear bad MIDI’s Id authorize their last solution

Beat pop beat bop beat, bang BANG BANG!

Submitted: Friday, July 26, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013

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A musical device that I loath for only certain uses as stated, when used to provide the music a clear idea to engage with it is good, but it can be a soulless machine that I would tare about with a hammer.
But that's just me

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  • Rookie - 20 Points Doug Bentley (8/10/2013 2:49:00 PM)

    The original shamanic drum drumming synced to heart beat has become the electronic machine shock shocking. No longer based on dreams tied to memories, now imagination spinning theories - any theories - rage rage against the machine, against the dying of the light. This poem's a 10. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 76 Points Danny Draper (7/30/2013 6:05:00 AM)

    Passionate writing to express the universal scourge of computer music which has hastened the ability to make rhythmic noise but not music. Music is a craft and art and a cultural relationship to instruments and people sharing history and experiences. Is there space for plastic doof, doof, doof, thump, thump doof? I hope not, but if there is, let it be an instrument and not a player. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 76 Points Danny Draper (7/30/2013 6:03:00 AM)

    Passionate writing to express the universal scourge of computer music which has hastened the ability to make rhythmic noise but not music. Music is a craft and art and a cultural relationship to instruments and people sharing history and experiences. Is there space for plastic doof, doof, doof, thump, thump doof? I hope not, but if there is, let it be an instrument and not a player. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 76 Points Danny Draper (7/30/2013 6:03:00 AM)

    Passionate writing to express the universal scourge of computer music which has hastened the ability to make rhythmic noise but not music. Music is a craft and art and a cultural relationship to instruments and people sharing history and experiences. Is there space for plastic doof, doof, doof, thump, thump doof? I hope not, but if there is, let it be an instrument and not a player. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 615 Points Dave Walker (7/28/2013 2:21:00 AM)

    I really know what you mean, but I do use one from time to time when
    I'm playing the guitar, just to make sure my timing is still good.
    A great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 717 Points Thomas A Robinson (7/28/2013 12:56:00 AM)

    Drum machine disco'ed disguised, bump bump bump!
    no or rthym than a grandfather'ed clock, tock tock tock.
    The very being heartbeat of a band is the man (or woman)
    behind cymbal land. Tap - a - tap - a - crash- boom! boom! bam! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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