Here's a country(ish) original about 80s synth pop. My parents gave me a Casio VL-5 for Christmas when I was 19 or so. I still have it, but I can't get it to power up anymore. In college, I used to patch it into my room-mate's stereo and make the walls vibrate. People would come running down the hall to see who was playing an organ. It had a great organ sound that sounded quite tinny on the built-in speaker but sounded flat-out AWESOME through big speakers. The VL-1 was the first of the VL-Tone series, and was quite primitive compared to the VL-5 (for one thing, the VL-1 didn't have an organ sound). These VL sounds were made with an android app that emulates the original VL-1.
Back in '85 I met this girl
The most bodacious babe in the whole wide world
She said she only liked musicians, did I play?
Well, I tried to learn to play a cheap guitar
But I never really got that far
And that guitar didn't impress her, anyway
I tried to play some Lynyrd Skynyrd
But Free Bird didn't seem to thrill 'er
And she asked, "Lynyrd Skynyrd? Who's he?"
She said, "Let me hear some Mr. Mr.
You can keep your Twisted Sister
I wanna hear stuff that's got a lot of keys!"
So I traded that guitar for a little keyboard
There wasn't much that I could afford
But she just wanted to hear a synthesizer moan
I thought I should try to accomodate her
So I could maybe, you know, date her
And I got me a little Casio VL-Tone
And I played...
So I learned a few little keyboard riffs
And how to tell a sweep from a chiff
From that day on I never was alone
She loved all my 'lectronic noodles
But she wanted to play her own synthetic toodles
And one day she showed up with a Stylophone
And she played...
Well I learned all about the Art of Noise,
Berlin, 'Til Tuesday and Pet Shop Boys
Johnny Hates Jazz, Icehouse and Thompson Twins
Erasure, Eurythmics, Yazoo and Devo
But she wanted me to play some Pseudo Echo
And that was the day I knew it had to end
These days I mostly play the ukuelele
I strum and sing a few songs daily
Been a long time since I played a VL-Tone
Now many years have gone by
But sometimes I get little tear in my eye
When I remember that girl who played the Stylophone
And we played...