Roland TR-909 – A personal introduction

By the time I’d left for college I was familiar with the sounds of the Roland TR-909 drum machine. Daft Punk’s Homework (which had been only recently introduced to me) and it’s overt ode to the machine, Revolution 909, were on regular rotation. I could play reasonable emulations of the classic drums through my ROMpler. From the awe-inspiring (and GAS-inducing) liner photos of Fatboy Slim’s You’ve Come a Long Way, Baby I knew what the machine itself looked like.  I’d never *seen one, though.  Never experienced one…

Like any great memory, I can still recall my first personal encounter (albeit somewhat detached) with the machine. I knew by name, by sound, by look and legend, but the first time I saw – physically *saw – the Roland TR909 I was a freshman at college, nearly 20 years old. The rhythm composer was sitting alongside a 707 and 808 in a glass display case at a music store near campus in St. Paul, MN.

I remember being unimpressed, or, through the sheets of glass and the eyes of retrospective transparency, naively unimpressed for my impression of the price-to-feature ratio. This was a dated drum machine, nearly twenty years old already. It was expensive for what it appeared to do (trigger and sequence a handful of sounds). Its legend and prestige didn’t carry much weight. And, as would be true for many college freshman I’m sure, the $1500 sticker price positioned it well beyond my means. I resolved internally that should I ever became desperate for the TR-style programming experience, a 707 (or 727) would only set me back a few hundred dollars, and I could trigger 909 samples from a ROMpler or sampler by MIDI.  This would be close enough – no need for 909.

As they do, days and weeks passed and I acquired other (as much as I could on a loan-based college budget) equipment. I earned my degree, started a family, a career, and continued to exercise my bedroom/basement studio hobby.  My music consumption trends over this decade or so made the 909 a familiar sound and (naturally, along with the 808) became to me one of the purest elements of electronic percussion. Its sounds were instantly recognizable – by now they’d saturated enough genres to be considered timeless – and they were the pulse of the soundtrack of my most formative years. Whether I’d have said it unprompted, self-aware, or otherwise, the bass, snare, hats and claps of the 909 had organically rooted themselves in my mind and memory.

Prices for the 909 continued to rise even *further beyond my budget, it solidly ingrained itself in the ear of popular culture, and I doubted I’d see another (and if I should, certainly none within the realm of affordability). The samples and emulations I’d collected over the years were good, Propellerhead ReBirth was the price of a cup of coffee, and the idea of ever owning a *real TR-909 understandably became the stuff of thrift store and garage sale dreams.

Then, fifteen years after seeing that first 909 in a glass case I’d quite unexpectedly stumbled upon a second.

And this time I’d bring it home.

Roland TR-909 Rhythm Composer

 

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