My father was a dreadlocked rude-bwoy who set off from his homeland on a mission to destroy Babylon, with nothing but an Amen break, a sine-wave generator, and a gunshot sample in his hemp backpack.
He wandered upon a strange lush land where my mother walked with a deep 4/4 thump, her hair a lush string pad chord progression and her eyes a finely-engineered 'whooshing' sound ran through an extremely expensive digital-delay/filter combo.
My father yelled BLOODCLAAAAAAAAAAAT and 'took her' in a fantastic act of passion. Nine months later I am their love-child....
Who am I???????
He wandered upon a strange lush land where my mother walked with a deep 4/4 thump, her hair a lush string pad chord progression and her eyes a finely-engineered 'whooshing' sound ran through an extremely expensive digital-delay/filter combo.
My father yelled BLOODCLAAAAAAAAAAAT and 'took her' in a fantastic act of passion. Nine months later I am their love-child....
Who am I???????
Logan's guess is the best so far, I think.