Supposedly, synthesizers are cold, dead things—electronic instruments you poke and manipulate that emit bleeps and bloops. Not-"real" sounds from a not-"real" instrument, because well, technology, I guess? I'm not really sure. It's one of these dying-out-but-still-pretty-pervasive old-fart arguments I intimately know because I still bump into it all the time, but it doesn't actually make much sense to me. Though that's the case with most kinds of institutionalized, toxic ideologies that we're told to just treat as a given like, say, capitalism. Still, why a bunch of goons in a garage somewhere rearranging rote rock 'n' roll chords is inherently more real and sincere or even actually music than, say, some kid slicing and dicing samples or rearranging sounds with some pirated DJ software, I don't know. Like, I know, but I don't know, you know? There is a guy that used to live near me that had a bumper sticker on his car that said, "drum machines have no soul" and I used to fantasize about taking a big shit on his hood. I'd do it for "fake" music and all of that.