And now, a brief poem based on a page from an obscure vintage electronic instrument manual. An ode, if you will.
When my monosynth sounded off kilter
I berated the fellows what built her
I was at my wit’s end
Till I RTFM
Which suggested I backflush the filter
If anyone is interested, I’m sure I can come up with some very clever annotations.
Backflush the filter
Interesting that Wally Harbinger uses the phrase in a lyric snippet about a blocked faucet.