It still hurts, even after two years. Every day, I wake up, a dusty stream of light cuts through the gap in the curtains and the warm glow calmly cuddles me out of a childlike slumber. Then it hits me, Dr. Sample is dead. He is dead, but I can't let him rest in peace. I miss his built in microphone, chunky trigger pads and on-board effects (especially the one that holds the sample and you can pitch it up and down), how i miss the little light show he put on every time I hit the on button.
But two years ago that all came to an all too abrupt end in a play school nursery / band practice room. You see the thing about the PSU for my sound card, is it's black, and the thing about the PSU for my Roland SP404, is it's black. I'm only human, just like he WAS. I didn't notice his little light show that day consisted of every light, very brightly lit up and the number 8888 lit up in a frantic glow in his little window. The smell of burning sampler filled my nostrils, the smell collided with the memory centres of my brain... a few seconds passed... something wasn't right, I thought... a few seconds past... I should really look into this, I thought. I was right, and as I stood their my friend and companion from lonely solo shows above pubs in Northern cities, where his light show made me think of home, was being burned alive. I didn't shed a tear, there would be time for that. First I had to go through the futile motions of trying to revive him... to no avail.
It's been two years. He is done for, his main processing chip is charred. But he's still in a box, waiting the way people wait in cryogenic stasis for medical science to cure death. I'm waiting for roland to cure death. Or that one day I might actually look into getting him fixed. One thing is for sure, I'll never let go old buddy, never.
(I know that technically the 303 is the Dr. Sample, not the 404, but that was his NAME)
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