Let’s be real: if you’re still throwing cash at overpriced boutique synths, you’re basically gatekeeping creativity. My Crave delivers raw, inclusive vibes for a fraction of the cost, but I guess some of you are too busy mansplaining “authenticity” to notice. My RD-8’s got more punch than your fragile egos, and I didn’t have to remortgage my soul to afford it. Meanwhile, you’re out here fetishizing $5k Junos like they’re the only way to “feel” music. Newsflash: my Neutron’s filter sweeps are more liberating than your entire setup, and I’m not even trying that hard.I spent last night crafting a patch on my Poly D that could’ve brought tears to your eyes, if anyone was around to hear it. Spoiler: they weren’t. It’s just me, my synths, and my principles, holding space for sounds and solidarity. You’d rather argue about “vintage warmth” than admit Behringer’s democratizing the game. My 2600 clone is out here empowering my creativity while you’re stuck asking, “Is a Volca a real synth?”—like, seriously, grow up and read a bell hooks book or a manual, whichever’s easier for you.I’m not saying I’m better than you (I’m too self-aware for that), but maybe try supporting something as revolutionary as Behringer’s mission instead of clinging to your elitist gear. I’ll be here, tweaking oscillators and unpacking my biases, hoping for a world—or at least a sub—where we all vibe equally. If you need a preset to open your mind, I might share one, but don’t expect me to do the emotional labor of explaining it.