You can’t do that with fingers on a real Stratocaster. Only a mouse can.
Funk is sweat. It’s the squeak of a drum pedal. It’s the natural tape saturation of a 1978 Studer. It’s James Brown demanding a rest —the negative space that hits you in the chest. funk goes on midi
Funk asks you to move your feet. MIDI asks you to move your mouse. When the two meet, we get something that isn't nostalgic and isn't futuristic—it’s parallel . You can’t do that with fingers on a real Stratocaster