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I just read that Bob Moog passed away over the weekend. Certainly anyone who has ever seen that big round-lettered logo facing them on a stage and heard the great sounds coming from it feels that the music world has lost someone very important. It's been interesting to see the Cult of Moog growing over the past few years, not just in the equipment, but also in admiration of the man. I'm certainly not an analog synth gear-head (I'm very happy with a lot of my digital stuff), but Bob has always resonated with me as a real engineering genius who has contributed more than almost any other single man to the musical instrument market over the past few decades.
I'm going to go home tonight and listen to my beloved Moog Cookbook album. It's very kistch-y, but it was one of the first records that I ever "discovered" on the local college radio station. I'm sure that my high school friends hated hearing the synth version of "The One I Love" over and over again, but it was just so unique and since everyone else hated it, it was MINE.
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