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Funky Purdie Tracking White Onions Jon Hammond Late Rent Session Men Quad Recording Hammond Report

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[skvrpion]

Studio Teaser

an informal introduction to Rapper!Terry

“Miles, my brother in Christ, if you not bringing me a finished track or somebody that can freestyle without 30 writers in this bitch I swear to god I’m scrapping the beat and going back to the telly .”

“Mane c’mon it’s barely midnight”

Though Miles couldn’t see it, his business partner was banging her forehead against the desk - the same one she’d been patiently sitting at for hours. From the money to the limelight producing had its perks, tonight however was a shining example of why Seven wished she finished her graphic design degree instead.

This wasn’t even what she had planned for her first night in Miami, yet here she was, stuck running her favorite beat over and over as people flowed in and out of the recording studio. The swanky lights and switches couldn’t hold Seven over for long, her jaw clenching at the sound of the hallway door swinging open.

“This is the last session for the night. If I come up with nothing you paying my tab at Booby Trap. Bottles included.” She stated - it was a promise, not a threat.

“Aight aight, it’s cool I’ll take it from there. If it make you feel better I heard this nigga coming in cold, he from your side of the tracks too.”

“Mhm?” She mumbled, her attention glued to queuing up the last of the beats she felt like sacrificing for the night. As Miles went for the door he trailed off over his shoulder

“Just be cool, you better be glad I fuck wit’ your picky ass taste.”

A deep inhale was all Seven could take in as she attempted to fix her face, the familiar sound of sneakers hitting the floor and chains clinking together flooding the room as Miles greeted his guests. She was overstimulated with the boy talk and tuned it out initially, only swiveling her chair over when she was sure they were ready to go.

She was right on time for Miles' introduction, “And this is Seven grumpy ass. These the homies: you met Dre and Rome at the airport, that’s Meech, and that’s TJ - he getting in the booth tonight.”

Though it was a song and dance she’d been through a hundred times, Seven couldn’t help but to pause as she got towards the end of the line. Dre and Rome were an initial blur from her touch down in the city, however, the potent mix of weed and cologne hitting her nose made them recognizable almost instantly. They were Florida natives to the bone, neat wicks and gold fronts polished to a T. Meech she knew from Miles’ relentless FaceTime calls between sessions, possibly the only person she recalled from the last week of working having icy blonde locs as put together as his; but he wasn’t who she’d found the most intriguing of the quad.

This one here was fresh meat.

TJ was a fresh face to their world, the apprehension to settle in his seat fully being a feeling she could clearly recall from her first few nights hitting a real studio; behind that was a bubbling hunger to work, to speak, but only in the sanctity of the booth and for that she was thankful. It didn’t help that he was quite the looker, a thought Seven initially refused to dwell as she let Miles take over the conversation. Her favorite mantra played over and over in her head whilst she reached back for her laptop to pass off to an incredibly quiet TJ.

‘Mix the track, get the bread, get the fuck up out of here’

In those fleeting moments of exchanging glances she scanned his hulking frame, he was a stunner up close; his shining feature being a pair of stormy hazel grey eyes, rimmed with the curliest set of lashes she’d seen in recent days. Unlike his peers local get up, TJ’s attire was incredibly casual, the only contrasting element being the heavy Cuban link around his neck and a Glock with a very illegal button attachment nestled into his waistband.

It wouldn’t have surprised her if he wasn’t being so…normal compared to the gaggle of perc’d out SoundCloud rappers she’d been handling all night. It was a well needed distraction that borderline against her principles of not crushing on clients - thankfully, he still had to prove himself in the booth. If his verses were a dud her flame for the night would be over.

As the conversation, weed smoke, and banter raged on both Seven and TJ were in their own worlds. He’d opted to silently go through her beats with a single AirPod in, probably half listening to whatever Miles was hooting and hollering about, and Seven made herself useful adjusting the keys with her back turned to them all. For a moment she’d forgotten they were there, that was until a stiff but gentle finger tapped her shoulder, Sevens eyes darting over coincidentally to his belt loops.

His voice rattled her chest as he spoke, “Scuse’ me, this all you?”

“Yessir,” she whistled as she tried her best to exchange eye contact (she opted to stare at his nose instead) “Miles got some faster beats if you need to-“

“Nah, I fuck with these…a lot better than Rome shit, punch me in on this first one. I won’t hold you up.”

Seven nodded, flashing a bit of a smile at the brutal honesty as his back turned. The track he’d settled on was one of her shorter mash ups set to the tune of a 70s Laura Lee song: it was old school, a bit more country than the more highly requested opium style beats, and perfect for whatever TJ had in mind. Based on how swiftly he swaggered into the booth, Seven could tell he wasn’t here for amateur hour, he had some shit to get off his chest whether the rest of the room was there or not and for that she was thankful.

“Aight, thumbs up if you can hear me. I’ll chop the second verse after since it’s short,” Seven quipped into the mic while throwing a hand up, a signal for the boys behind her to quiet down. As he shot a gesture through the window, Seven let the track build. She could barely hide the goosebumps crawling up her skin as both the bass in the introduction and his voice kicked in.

“Turn me up a little bit more in the headphones…yeah, aye.”

“See lately shit changed

'Member the change in my pocket, now we hit the club and it rain

Remember them days

Bein' a hood superstar, now the whole city saying my name

I can't fuck with these lames

Cut off a handful of partners, them niggas weren't rocking the same

But it's part of the game

They hate when you reaching the top, they be throwing the salt on my name”

Sevens brows narrowed immediately, her head bobbing tightly to the music blaring through her headset as she took in every word, every switch of TJ’s flow as he effortlessly walked over the beat. His posture made him look even bigger from her side of the glass, his hands clasped together at his wrists as he spat off the dome. Seven picked up that there were direct hits, politicking about things far over her head but clear in intent - to be frank TJ was that nigga, and it made a lot of other niggas sick (so would this damn song). Though she couldn’t see it, the reaction from behind her was more of the same, the typical studio chatter getting quieter with each verse.

TJs stoic exterior cracked when the bridge neared, a pearly white smile gleaming under the neon lights as he spoke. Of course he had to look dead at her as he talked his shit. Now she was looking at his eyes - good lord were they deadly.

“And this shit really just getting ridiculous like - like I'm really just getting better and better. Better than ever, hmph,” he chuckled, “let’s go.”

“Free Rock and Q 'til they out, bitch, just bought a new Glock, that bitch came with a switch

The opps steady talking, ain’t 'bout shit

Can't shoot at my block, boy, go shoot at a bitch

Since I started rapping, I got rich

'Fore I ever go broke, I go back in that fence

Reach for my throat, that's a big risk

Cause I bleed for respect

And I put that on Crip, aye…”

Seven couldn’t have saved a track any faster. She barely noticed the whooping from behind her nor whenever TJ made his way back to their side of the room. The only thing on her mind being to mix his vocals and not explode out of excitement. Finally, a client delivered on the first go; to top it off he was brindling with both the desire to work. He had a charm that was infectious with only his words - no autotune, no shitty attitude, just consistent verses.

Just like that they’d both prospectively struck gold; Seven had her potential muse and TJ? He had the world in the palm of his hands, now they’d have to eat out of it.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

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[tobbesdiscordkitten]

Guns N’ Roses Fic: Late Night Session

Summary: One night, as Axl finishes recording a new song at the studio, you wait for him, and decide to reward Axl for all his hard work. This leads to an unexpected and heated exchange between you two.

Characters: Axl Rose and (female) reader.

Pairing(s): Axl Rose/female reader, Axl Rose/reader.

Rating: Explicit, 21+

Word Count: 1,954

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub, p in v penetration, overstimulation, bondage, mommy kink, blowjob, fluff, and angst.

A/N: I LITERALLY LOVED YOUR DUFF ONE!! maybe we should do some axl 😏😏😏😏, lets get that man overstimulated but add some mommy kink, whimpering, shaking, allll offff that shitt prettyy pleaseeee 😋😋😋🙌🙌🙌🙌 ~ requested by anon. AWW, THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS, ANON! I’m so glad you enjoyed my Duffy Duff fic 🥹 I hope you enjoy Axl’s story 😘

It was a long day at the studio. Axl was recording the chorus part to a new song, layering his vocals together so it could mesh well with the instrumentals. You sat on the black couch behind the booth, watching him.

Because Axl was a perfectionist, the entire process took two hours, some parts needed to be scrapped and re-recorded, but after it was all complete, Axl slung off his headset, and turned off the sound table. He stepped out of the booth and walked over to the couch, slumping his stiff figure down next to you. He was exhausted. It wasn’t easy making music.

Placing your hand on his back, you rubbed small circles across his spine and shoulder blades, applying some pressure to loosen his tight muscles in between the bones. He relaxed into your touch and almost dosed off to sleep. “Poor baby.” You remarked, lowering your hand towards the middle of his back.

Axl groaned in satisfaction. “That feels good, honey.”

“Yeah? Want me to massage your whole back?” You offered. It was the least you could do after observing Axl do all the heavy lifting in order for his songs to be brought to life.

Axl agreed and laid face down on the couch. You straddled his ass, kneading your palms into the areas where you felt the biggest knots. He grunted and groaned, not from pain, but from how your hands worked magic by reversing his back pain. He felt his back unwind at your touch, making him want to fall asleep right on the spot, but you kept him awake whenever you accidentally applied too much pressure to a tender spot. Your knuckles then pressed into his lower back and undid the tiny knots there.

“Baby?” You asked, testing to see if he was still awake.

Axl didn’t respond but you could see his eyebrow raise at your question.

“Are you too tired for sex?”

“And too sore,” he added.

“What if I was in charge?” Your hands rubbed up and down his sides before coming to a halt.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you were trying to find a way to word your intention without creating any confusion or misunderstanding between you two. “What if I pleased you? You won’t have to do anything in return except enjoy it.”

A small smirk appeared on Axl’s face. He loved the sound of it. Sex helped him decompress and was a great stress relief at the end of the day. “Whatever you wanna do, babe.”

“Yay,” you whispered triumphantly. “Do you trust me? Do I have permission to be in full control?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Axl didn’t know what you had planned but he was excited to find out. What he didn’t know was you were gonna make him work a little bit, not too hard where it would put strain on his body, but where he would need to know his place, and learn who was in charge tonight.

You took off his bandana and placed his arms behind his back.

“I like where this is going,” he noted.

Wrapping the kerchief around his hands, you bound his wrists together in place. Then you helped him sit up and lean against the couch again with you still behind him. With your legs at his sides, you placed your feet on his thighs, gently rubbing his quad muscles as you nipped at his neck.

“Mmm, you’re bad, babygirl.” He teased.

“Only trying to please my man.” You replied, leaving multiple hickeys on his skin. You loved marking him up. He was like your own personal canvas and you could paint what you desired on his body, letting others know that he belonged to you and nobody else. As you kept suckling his neck, and rubbing your feet close to his private area, Axl started to gain his second wind. He started to have more energy and, in turn, wanted to participate in your little game by taking turns to please you. He tried tugging out of his restraints but you stopped him. “Tsk, tsk. Not so fast. I’m in charge here, remember?”

“I think I need to be reminded.”

Oh, now he was asking for it. “Wanna prove your obedience to me then stand over there and crawl to me.” You ordered, indicating to the corner of the studio, as you untied his hands from the bandana. “Go on.”

He chuckled in amusement and followed your command. Getting on all fours, he crawled towards you like an animal stalking its prey. He was a prowler who had a hungry glint in his eyes and he was going to take what was his…or so he thought. Once Axl approached you, he rested his head on your lap.

“Good boy,” you praised, rubbing his head. You tilted his face upwards with your finger, initiating eye-contact. “Now say you’re my good boy.”

“I’m your good boy,” he repeated.

“Mommy.”

Axl paused. That was new to him. He was used to you using your daddy kinks on him, but since the roles were reversed, he had to use a mommy kink on you. He didn’t know how to feel about it, but he’d give it a shot. “M-mommy…”

“Fabulous. Now say, ‘I’m your good little boy, mommy.’”

He swallowed in uncertainty. “Uhm, I’m your good little boy, m-mommy.”

“Yes, you are,” you confirmed. “You get a treat.”

“What kind of treat?” He asked, intrigued. He wasn’t sure why you were treating him like a dog, he knew this whole foreplay thing was new to you, and you still needed to learn some proper pointers from the master himself, but he’d let it slide for tonight. He was enjoying it, and found it rather entertaining, but he knew the trick was to make the submissive feel degraded by the dominant in a lovesick way, and you were…sorta accomplishing that.

Without giving Axl an answer or a hint, you led him over to the same corner as before and tied the bandana around his wrists again, similar to how a cop handcuffed people. You got down on your knees and kissed his bulge against his leather pants, keeping eye-contact with him. Axl hissed, keeping his legs steady. Digging your fingers into the fabric, you pulled his pants down past his knees, and kissed the head of his cock.

“Fuck, baby.” He groaned, leaning against the wall for more support.

You clutched his length and licked around his shaft, coating his dick in your saliva, while enjoying the taste of him. Your tongue ran over his veins and along his head a few times before you suctioned your lips around the base and took a few inches of him into your mouth. You sucked on his shaft, moving your head back and forth while using your tongue to lick further down his cock.

Axl moaned at the way your mouth moved around him. He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. He cursed under his breath and hated how he couldn’t grip your scalp and maneuver your head where he needed your lips the most. He saw this as more of a punishment than a reward.

You continued bobbing your head, feeling the weight of his dick in your mouth grow heavier. Axl bucked his hips forward, mimicking your pace. Before he could get too carried away from his own buildup, you released his dick and pressed sloppy kisses onto his balls, fiddling them with your hand.

“Shit,” Axl growled, his head spinning from the overbearing sensation you were providing his genitals.

You looked up and saw how turned on he was. His cheeks were flushed and you could tell he was starting to become impatient. You grabbed hold of his asscheeks, squeezing your fingernails into his flesh as you took him into your mouth once more, deeper this time.

Axl whined at how far your nails punctured into his skin, but he didn’t mind mixing a bit of pain with pleasure. He would soon have red, crescent moon shapes imprinted on his butt. You bobbed your head at a quicker pace, allowing his hips to move fast, and for him to fuck himself into your mouth relentlessly. He felt his legs start to buckle, causing them to tremble below his feet.

You kept him steady, not wanting him to collapse on the floor, and upheld his body with all your strength as he jerked himself into your mouth, squirting his warm seed down your throat. You gulped every drop and slowed your pace until you felt Axl come down from his high. Once you removed your mouth from his cock, he whimpered at the loss of contact, but felt relieved that you didn’t edge him to death.

You helped ease Axl onto the studio’s floor, laying him down where his hands pressed against his lower back. Straddling his waist, you helped slide his cock into your cunt, and rocked your hips back and forth - the same motion as when you sucked him off.

Axl whimpered again, needing a few minutes to let his hardened cock rest, but you weren’t gonna give him a break. You were gonna continue until he couldn’t take anymore.

“That feel good?” You asked, moaning his name while a few profanity’s slipped off your tongue from the heightened sensation.

“Y-yes…”

“Yes, what?” You interrogated, grinding your hips harder into his.

“Ah! Y-yes, mommy.”

You picked up the pace, slamming your cunt onto his shaft. Axl used all his might to buck his hips upwards, careful not to dislocate both of his shoulders due to his arms being restrained behind his back. You placed your hands on his chest for stability and squeezed your asscheeks together every time your pussy clenched inside of him, edging you closer to your own release.

“F-fuck!” He cursed.

“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take me, take me!” You chanted, throwing your head back, and bouncing up and down on his length frantically until you both orgasmed in unison. You leaned into him and peppered his heated face with loving kisses.

Axl wrapped his bent legs around your lower back, keeping you close to him. “Baby, let me hold you,” he begged, wanting his hands to be free.

You felt Axl’s legs shake from the overstimulation. You almost felt guilty. You wanted to stop and let him rest for tonight but you were also curious to see how far you could push his limits. “Not yet. How much more can you take?”

Axl shook his head, unable to think straight. He couldn’t figure out a precise number but he was sure he could handle more than he thought he could since it was a mind over matter game.

You rocked against him again, continuing to pepper his face and neck with tiny kisses to distract him from another buildup. It worked but you eventually lost track at how many times you both came. It must’ve been two, or five, or eight times. Each time you both orgasmed you craved another one, but the yearning for another release grew stronger than the last. The stimulation was addicting and you couldn’t seem to get enough.

You knew Axl was passed his limit as you felt his sticky cream run down your inner thighs, creating a puddle onto the floor and Axl’s midsection. He filled you up well. Unfortunately, your cunt couldn’t store all of his semen inside of you. The rest dripped out of you.

You both remained on the floor, too exhausted to get dressed, clean the studio’s floor, and leave. If the manager spotted this mess the next day, you both didn’t seem to mind or give a damn. You wanted to stay in each other’s arms all night, relishing in the euphoria, and not expressing a care in the world.

Taglist: @hollywoodroses, @axlsyndrome, and @nenynra!

Side-note: if anybody else wants to be added on my taglist for certain eras/characters, let me know!

[hyesunnyshine]

The Sun Rises, A New Dawn is Here

Pairing: Adaine Abernant & Oisin Hakinvar, Adaine Abernant/Oisin Hakinvar

Word Count: 719 words

Summary: After resurrecting Ankarna and restoring Cassandra, Adaine returns to Elmville with a newfound purpose.

(can be read as unresolved romantic and sexual tension)

Content Warning: vulgar language, descriptions of violence

A burning desire fills Adaine when Ankarna brings her back to the gym.

Her cheeks feel hotter, burning red with urgency and desperation for something. No, more accurately, someone . Her vision tunnels in as her eyes dart from left to right, eventually landing on an orange bottle attached to Gorgug’s hip. She snatches the Potion of Fire Giant’s Strength from him.

“Adaine! What are you doing? There’s nothing in there.”

“I’ll get you a Basrar’s sundae to make up for it!” She yells at the half-orc, not bothering to look back at him and hear his comment. She opens the bottle and shakes what remaining liquid there is, and throws it into a trashcan on the way out of the gymnasium. The shouts of confusion from her adventuring party are drowned out with the slam of the gym’s door behind her.

Early morning sunlight washes over the Aguefort Adventuring Academy. Where there would normally be bustling conversations, cantrips and activity in the quad is now filled with nothing more than silence and mist. Yesterday, she had hoped that the morning after election night and Fabian’s birthday would be this serene, but now there is only a drive and an ache. Like a heartbeat, a name repeats steadily in her mind.

Oisin. Oisin. Oisin. Oisin. Oisin. Oisin. 

The voice doesn’t stop when she spots the Rat Grinders, opening their eyes and collecting their thoughts after being revived for the second time in the last year, nor when her gaze finally stops at the blue-scaled student, scratching the back of his neck. He faces away from Adaine and she can’t catch his expression until a tanned Elven girl speaks up.

“Oisin, turn around you idiot.”

Ivy nudges him with her elbow, and the dragonborn finally turns, eyes cast down, brows furrowed, and demeanor so hunched into himself that makes it hard for anyone to believe him to be 6 feet tall. The cheeks on his reptilian face are blushed to a color Adaine didn’t believe was possible to achieve for someone of his skin tone.

For a few moments, the wizards stare at each other, the tension so thick that a Time Stop would look indifferent with their stillness. Ivy and Lucy are observing their friend with a quizzical brow, while Reuben looks to Oisin with intrigue and Mary Anne taps on her crystal uninterested in the current atmosphere.

It takes what feels like hours for Oisin to accept that Adaine is going to continue to stare at her until he breaks the silence.

“I'm sorry for the ping-pong balls. Must have been a pain to clean.”

And then something snaps in Adaine. The hesitation washes away and a new, stronger wave of something else, something hungry, takes over her frame.

Adaine takes a small step closer. Then another. Soon, she’s closing the several feet of distance between them in a light jog. Her left arm stretches out in front of her toward Oisin, and from the closing distance she can see he is visibly flustered, and perhaps something a bit more. A few feet turn into a few inches, and for a moment it seems like the two might collide.

Then Adaine turns on her heels, the rubber soles of her sneakers making a skitting sound on the asphalt. The hand that was out in front of her races forward, momentum making it hurl through the air, straight at Oisin’s snout.

A sickening crack of bone reverberates through the empty school campus echoing like the expensive speakers in Fig’s recording studio. Oisin recoils, clutching his nose when Adaine pivots sharply on one of her feet, and swings the other straight into his groin. Just as he begins to retract into his torso does Adain take her arms around his neck, the two facing each other with just a parting breath between them, and uses all the strength she borrowed from Gorgug’s potion to heave him over her shoulder and flip him onto the ground.

Oisin’s eyes are barely open in a daze of confusion and pain, the warm, orange sunrise washing over his blue scales. Adaine leans her head over him, her frame casting a shadow on him.

“That. Was for ruining Fabian’s birthday, you fucking cunt.”

Then without another word, the Elven Oracle walks back towards the school gym.

[yuzurujenn]

[2024.08.17] AERA x Yuzuru Hanyu: 24.8.26 No. 38

During breaks in the photoshoot, he answered questions from fans that had been submitted in advance. At times, he was troubled and thought about the person asking the question, saying “That’s a difficult one”.

The 29-year-old's "Shin" and "Gi" An overwhelming presence in both monochrome and colour

The light from the projector illuminates his figure as he stands tall in the studio. Even with the simple lighting, he has an overwhelming presence. Two photo books documenting the collaboration between professional figure skater Yuzuru Hanyu and photographer Mika Ninagawa will be released simultaneously in November.

It has been two years since Hanyu announced that he would turn professional in July 2022. During this period, AERA has produced two photo books, "Yuzuru Hanyu: The Driving Force Behind His Leaps" and "Yuzuru Hanyu: The Driving Force of Solitude." Both were photographed by Ninagawa.

Needless to say, Hanyu is an athlete. But the moment he puts on a haute couture outfit, he brings it to life and captivates with his expression. His way of making the colorful sets prepared by Ninagawa his own always receives a great response.

A collection of photographs by two artists who always aim for the top and pursue expressions that no one has seen before. The reason they decided to produce two new books, the all-black-and-white photo book "Shin" and the all-colour photo book "Gi", again came from their desire to "see things they have never seen before".

At the Sochi Olympics when he was 19 years old, Hanyu won the first gold medal for Japan in men’s figure skating. Four years later, at the Pyeongchang Olympics, he achieved the first two consecutive Olympic victories in 66 years. At the Beijing Olympics, he attempted the unprecedented quad axel. He has continued to hone his skills even after turning professional.

Hanyu turns 30 this year.

How will he celebrate this milestone that everyone considers a turning point? He started skating at the age of four and has been doing it for 25 years. Behind this achievement recognised by everyone, there must have been unimaginable loneliness and suffering. In an interview for "The Driving Force of Solitude," he answered that the kanji that best describes him is "core." His words, "I absolutely do not want to waver," showed his longstanding determination as he continued to face skating head-on.

The pinnacle of skill shown in a world of vibrant colours, and the unchanging depth shown in a world without colour. Look forward to the photobooks that record the last of his twenties.

Editorial Department: Shiho Fukui Photo and Video Department: Tetsuya Higashikawa

Note: *心技体 (Shin-Gi-Tai) – Shin = mind/heart, Gi= skills/technique, Tai = physique/body

Source: AERA issue 24.8.26 No.38, pg 37 Info: https://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/B0D89L989K

[rikeijo]

Today’s translation #752

Pash! 2017/01 Kato Taihei's interview

Part 2.

-- What do you pay special attention to when playing the role of a sports commentator?

Kato: In case of live commentary, I try to act like I usually do. What I'm especially mindful of is expressing astonishment. When a competitor falls or when they manage to execute a particularly spectacular technique, real-life commentators express astonishment in their commentary. That's why (sharing this with you ruins everything, but...) even though I read the screenplay and therefore know what is going to happen, I try to not forget about acting like I'm surprised! By the way, one of my line was 'Quad lutz, he did it!!' and if it was a real-life competition, it would be a really amazing feat to land this jump. So I'm acting like I'm extremely surprised seeing that, but... In this world, quite a few skaters can land this jump, so I have this problem that it seems it's still too early to be extremely surprised... (laugh).

-- Please tell us about a scene or a line that left an impression on you.

Kato: I personally really like that 'We've got the line that we wanted!! Spasibo, spasibo!' that Morooka says in response to Yurio's 'There is no need for two Yuris. I'll destroy him.' in episode 3. The truth is, that 'Spasibo, spasibo!' wasn't in the screenplay, but while in the studio, the Sound Director, Shimizu-san suggested that maybe I should say 'Spasibo', and that line was added in. But after we recorded it, Director Shimizu started to worry if it's really okay if the commentator has such a sloppy attitude, because it sounded so sloppy. So it's a "problematic" line (laugh). Probably it's my own sloppiness that revealed itself in that line (laugh).

[keepingupwithzaynmalik]

Zayn Malik Writing New Music for Animated Feature ’10 Lives,’ Will Duet With ‘Bridgerton’s’ Simone Ashley (EXCLUSIVE)

Zayn Malik is writing new music for upcoming animated feature “10 Lives” and is set to perform a duet with “Bridgerton” star Simone Ashley for the film, Variety can confirm.

Malik and Ashley also both star in the film, with the former One Direction singer playing tough-guy twins Cameron and Kirk while Ashley voices student Rose. Malik, who is currently working on his next studio album with Mercury Records, is also an executive music producer on “10 Lives,” overseeing the film’s musical creative direction.

Directed by Chris Jenkins (“Surf’s Up”), “10 Lives” tells the story of a pampered and selfish cat who takes his many lives for granted. After carelessly losing his ninth live he begs for a second chance — and an opportunity to prove he can learn from his mistakes. When his wish is finally granted, however, he learns that it comes with some caveats.

Also lending their voices to the film are Bill Nighy, Mo Gilligan, Sophie Okonedo, Dylan Llewellyn and Jeremy Swift.

“I always enjoy my time in the studio creating from my perspective,” said Malik. “While creating music for ’10 Lives,’ I was able to immerse myself in a narrative that I hadn’t dictated and able to bring the characters’ emotions into the music rather than my own. I really enjoyed writing specifically to bring them all to life. It’s a film that’s not only fun to watch but has a very beautiful sentiment for people of all ages. I hope people love it, and the music we created really connects and transports them deeper into the ’10 Lives’ world.”

Guy Collins and Sean Feeney produce for 10 Lives Prods. alongside Martin Metz and Adrian Politowski for Align, Yann Zenou for Quad, Valérie d’Auteuil and André Rouleau for Caramel Films and Louis-Philippe Vermette for the Happy Producers. Robyn Klein and Jeremy Ross cast the project while the animation was produced by L’Atelier Animation in Montreal.

“10 Lives,” which will screen for distributors at AFM, is a GFM Animation production; GFM is also handling international sales. WME Independent is repping domestic rights.

Casting directors and music supervisors Robyn Klein and Jeremy Ross said: “We always love bringing the worlds of film and music together and could not be more excited that we got to do this with Zayn on ‘10 Lives.’ A great film and a great song come from the same place. Combining his songwriting, acting and vocal skills, Zayn brought joy, emotion, and depth to the film while connecting and highlighting all of its important themes. This is Zayn at his absolute best.”

Malik is repped by Nicola Carson of Zen Kai Management and Taryn Zimmerman. Ashley is repped by Creative Artists Agency, Identity Agency Group, R&CPMK and Myman Greenspan Fox Rosenberg Mobasser Younger & Light.

VIA VARIETY

[t-hiswifey]

The infamous Quad Recording Studios shooting happened thirty years ago today. Tupac Shakur was robbed for $40k worth of jewelry and shot 5 times. Tupac suspected that Biggie, Diddy, and Lil' Cease were involved since they were also at the recording studio at the time of his attack. This incident ignited the East Coast vs. West Coast beef. The case eventually closed 6 months later due to a lack of evidence. Twenty-one months after the Quad shooting, Tupac was gunned down in a drive-by shooting, at East Flamingo Road and Koval Lane in Las Vegas, where he died 6 days later.

[underratedvocaloidtournament]

Ninezero song (NOTE: no song was submitted, this was taken from the song list on vocaloid lyrics wiki):

Stardust song:

propaganda under the cut

Ninezero:

None

Stardust:

Alt song 1:

Alt song 2:

She is one of, if not the best and most versatile Synthesizer V Voicebank in my opinion. Due to SynthV Pros Crosslanguage feature she can sing English, Japanese, Native Mandarin, Cantonese and soon Spanish! And her english is amazing due to being recorded around the time it was implemented, so she was one of the first to have english language samples recorded! Her Vocal Modes are also quite varied, so she fits many styles of song. She can sadly only be bought in the chinese store TaoBao but there are Proxys or ask helpful people on the SynthV unofficial discord to proxy for you to buy her, and shes sill cheaper than most Vocaloid Voicebanks. Her Voice is mature and calm which I really like, as many vocal synths tend to have high pitched, cutesy vocals. But most of all, I really like her design the most. Her Vocaloid 4 Design will always be my favourite, but i really like the Quadimension X-1 Album Outfit they've been using instead recently for her SynthV as well. Her Shooting-Star Twintails are super cute and her having four tails to fit with the companys name is so smart(*QUAD*imension). I'm also very interested in her lore, which she was supposed to get a game for, but that is currently put on ice sadly.

[vinylspinning]

Rock Island: Rock Island (1970)

Let's just say it like it is: Rock Island's 55-year-old, self-titled long-player is one of those albums whose perceived value to collectors is based on scarcity and mystery (rare vinyl copies are trading for almost $100 on Discogs), more so than anything musical.

So obscure that, for years, they were thought to hail from Chicago (*), the group actually formed in Philadelphia, where Mike Kennedy (guitar), Bob 'Cobb' Bussinger (keyboards), and Frank Schallis (drums) previously played together in The Many Few.

Rock Island was born when they joined forces with singer B.J. Taylor and bassist Tony Curcio in 1969, and the well-rehearsed quintet soon recorded a four-song demo they could shop to record labels up the Jersey Turnpike, in New York City.

There they found an unlikely patron, but a patron nonetheless, in classical violinist and bandleader Enoch Light, who'd recently launched the Project 3 label through a partnership with the Singer sewing company!

Ok ... ?

Jeff Hest, a musician in Enoch's Light Brigade, was assigned to produce the band, which allegedly landed some promising gigs (notably opening for Rod Stewart and the Faces at Ungano's) while recording this LP at New York's A&R Studios.

The results reveal a highly proficient, stylistically versatile band that never fully comes into focus, but rather swerves like a racing yellow cab in rush hour traffic, careening into blues, jazz, folk, country, R&B, psychedelia, hard rock, and other genres on its merry way.

Cool, calm and sophisticated one moment, wild-eyed, unhinged, and bombastic the next, restless compositions like "I Keep On Tryin'," "She Has Left Me," and "Babe, I'm Gonna Leave You" remind me of Spirit, Moby Grape, and other overly ambitious contemporaries.

Speaking of ambitious, I give you the baroque pop pomposity (think Iron Butterfly, early Deep Purple) of "Runnin' Through My Mind" (**) and falsetto harmonies of "Blue, Blue Lady," which recall (but don't quite measure up to) Crosby, Stills and Nash.

And if you're looking for instrumental chops, "When I Was a Boy" showcases Bussinger jazz chops, both on piano and organ, while the simply named "Blues" (and its two sub-minute reprises) unleashes Kennedy's violent virtuosity with all due force.

Frankly, based on the evidence at hand, one has to wonder if Rock Island might have had a shot if they'd signed with a major label instead of the penurious Project 3 (the pathetic cover art really says it all), because they could sure cook in the studio.

Instead, they broke up within a year of this album's release, even though their songs are generally far more convincingly than many other, acid-fueled pretentious dreamers -- I'm looking at you Rhinoceros, Silver Metre, and Hamilton Streetcar ...

* Most likely because of their name, as Rock Island is one of the Quad Cities, located two-and-a-half hours due west of the Windy City.

** Cutting a song written by your producer, and Hester penned this one, was a classic old-school music biz move.

More Psychedelic Rock: The 13th Floor Elevators’ The Psychedelic Sounds Of The 13th Floor Elevators, The Amboy Dukes’ Journey to the Center of the Mind, Andromeda’s Andromeda, Art’s Supernatural Fairy Tales, Black Pearl’s Black Pearl, Bubble Puppy’s A Gathering of Promises, Captain Beyond’s Captain Beyond, Coven’s Witchcraft Destroys Minds & Reaps Souls, Crow’s Crow Music, The Damnation of Adam Blessing’s The Damnation of Adam Blessing, Dark’s Dark Round the Edges, Deep Purple’s Shade of Deep Purple, Dragonfly’s Dragonfly, Los Dug Dug’s Smog, A Euphonious Wail’s A Euphonious Wail, Fever Tree’s Fever Tree, Fields’ Fields, Fraction’s Moon Blood, Frantic’s Conception, Fuse’s Fuse, Fuzzy Duck’s Fuzzy Duck, Goldenrod’s Goldenrod, Sam Gopal’s Escalator, Hamilton Streetcar's Hamilton Streetcar, The Head Shop’s The Head Shop ...

Even More Psychedelic Rock: The Jimi Hendrix Experience’s Are You Experienced?, The Hook’s Will Grab You, H.P. Lovecraft's H.P. Lovecraft II, Iron Butterfly’s Ball, Josefus’ Dead Man, Lightning’s Lightning, Luv Machine’s Luv Machine, Lyd’s Lyd, The McCoys’ Human Ball, Morgen’s Morgen, Mount Rushmore’s ‘69, The Move’s Shazam, Os Mutantes’ Os Mutantes, The Open Mind’s The Open Mind, Pan’s Pan, Puzzle’s Puzzle, Rhinoceros’ Rhinoceros, Rockin’ Foo’s Rockin’ Foo, Bob Seger System’s Rambin’ Gamblin Man, The Shocking Blue’s Shocking Blue, Silver Metre’s Silver Metre, Small Faces’ Ogdens’ Nut Gone Flake, Speed, Glue & Shinki’s Eve, Steppenwolf’s Steppenwolf, Stone Garden’s Stone Garden, Ultimate Spinach’s Ultimate Spinach, Valhalla’s Valhalla, The Vanilla Fudge’s “Where is My Mind.”

[dasenergi-diary]

Hello, family. It is time for my post on the Jean-Michel Basquiat exhibit that I visited this weekend too! Yes, Keith Haring AND Basquiat are both in Los Angeles at competing exhibits across the street from each other!

But each is very different.

The Keith Haring exhibit is at The Broad, a contemporary art museum with permanent exhibits of popular artists like Andy Warhol and Roy Lichtenstein.

The Jean-Michel Basquiat show is at The Grand LA, a mixed-use high-rise space for commercial, retail, restaurants, and residential apartments.

Whereas the Keith Haring exhibit focused on his art, curated by a world-class museum — the Basquiat exhibit was curated by his family from their personal collection and the exhibit was equally about the man just as it was also about his art.

The Jean-Michel Basquiat exhibit took place in four different office spaces that they transformed into exhibit space. Here is a picture of Geronimo and I in the quad space between each of the four different office spaces that housed the Basquiat exhibit. .

(To the left between buildings you can see the Los Angeles city hall.)

They recreated his childhood home as well as music playing from a Spotify playlist of the music he grew up listening to:

They also recreated the studio where he painted. In it were the VHS tapes he watched, records he listened to, books he read... as well as some of the art he painted.

And, of course... walls and walls of just his art to admire as well...

[tourneyposting]

i decided to randomise megamix

see under the cut for sourcelists & fan-names

01 - MAU5TRAP

-Claymation/Stop Motion -Gnarls Barkley & It's members -Snakes, Serpents, & Reptiles -Kero Kero Bonito

02 - Summer Swimming

-Rivals of Aether & flashygoodness -Mysteries, Detective Media, & Puzzles -Royalty & Time -School & Education

03 - Lord Farquaad

-RayWilliamJohnson -Studio Ghibli & Their Image Albums -Pre-2012 Internet Culture & Bait-And-Switch memes (NO SIIVAGUNNER)

04 - Heaven Ascension Dio

-Big Time Rush/Stephen Glickman, Boy Bands & Their solo acts -Jojo's Bizzare Adventure & other Shonen Jump media -Wayforward & ArcSystem

05 - Ace D. Copular

-Smash Mouth & Shrek Artists -Webcomics, Animated Webseries, & Indie Web Animation -Quad City DJs/Space Jam Artists

06 - Maddumb

-90s Hip Hop/Rap -Lofi Hip-Hop & Shiloh Dynasty -Dreamworks -Pokémon & It's mainstay artists

07 - Neil Cipher

-Well-Known Music Producers -Insects & Skeletons -Otaku Culture/Sex -Alt Rock, Britpop, & Post-Britpop

08 - Tomska

-Sleep, Dreams, & Nightmares -Twitch/Esports games -Jojo's major antagonists references -First Person/Class-Based shooters, & Guns

09 - Tord

-Turner Broadcasting Media -Space & Aliens -Danny Baranowsky

10 - Charles "All-Star" Barkley

-Geico Commercials/Made for Ads -Progressive House & Dubstep -Sampled by Neil/Featured in his Mouth albums -Robots, Ghosts, & Felines

11 - Hot Hats

-Lou Bega, Mambo, & Big Band -Skating/Boarding & Skate Punk/Ska -Madeon & His collaboraters

12 - Last Peace

-S3RL/Happy Hardcore -SoundClown sources & SoundCloud rappers -Gears for Breakfast/Indie Platformers & Collectathons -Racing Games, Cars, & Bikes

13 - Scatman John

-Tally Hall & It's members -Christmas, Winter, Snow, & Ice -R&B & Soul

14 - Baba

-War, Explosives, & Flight -Electro Swing -Interscope solo female artists

15 - DARK ONES

-Voxel -Halley Labs -Psychadelic/Drugs

16 - UNCRE/ATIVE

-C418, Minecraft, & Sandbox -Lil Darkie/Spider Gang & Their Producers & Collaboraters -Gangs & Organised Crime -Creepypastas

17 - Oven Beats

-RPGMaker -Hardstyle/Trap Metal -88rising & Their collaboraters

18 - Elliana

-Streamers, Streaming, & Streamer BGM -Arena Fighters & 3D Brawlers (NO ARMS) -Live Action Sitcoms

19 - Sex Rulers

-Mods -The Apocalypse -Snail's House/Kawaii Future Bass

20 - Mettaton EX

-Tyler, The Creator & His collaboraters -Damon Albarn -Eddsworld & It's collaboraters -French Touch/Ed Banger

21 - Bad Snails

-Big Beat, Plunderphonics, & Turntablism -Gigi D'Agostino & Fatman Scoop -Undertale/Deltarune -Eastern European Culture, Food, & Culinary arts

22 - Sleepless Nights

-Deadmau5, his collaboraters, & Mau5trap artists -Bedroom Pop -VGM & Chiptune EDM

23 - The Mutant Enderman

-Beat Em Up -Game & Watch/Other Category -ARGs -Glam-Rock

24 - Rocque Banger

-Industrial, Dark Techno, & IDM -Bodies of Water & Sea Life -80s/90s Nintendo Non-VGM -Valve & It's fancontent

25 - CA7 & MATT

-NES, SNES, & Gameboy -FGC Competitions & 2D Fighting Games -Neil Cicierega -Money & Partying

26 - Cursed ARMS

-Nickelodeon/Nick Records -Vampires & Religion -Synthpop/Synthwave -One-Hit Wonders & 90s Hits (NO RAP/HIP HOP)

27 - Snail's Stream

-YTPs/YTPMVs & Keygen -Disney Channel/Disney XD & Disney child stars -Billboards Top 100 2010 & 2019

28 - Misako

-Newgrounds/Flash & Their creators -Rythm Games -Rick Astley/80s New Wave

29 - Lou Bega

-ARMS/Switch Exclusives -Huey Lewis & The News -Dungeon Crawlers/Roguelikes

30 - The Grinch

-Heat/Fire & Summer -Zombies -Chipzel

31 - Ke$ha

-Murder & Killing -Sports, Training Segments, & Montages -Ke$ha, Billie Eilish, & Their collaboraters

32 - GAME: BEAT: HUNT

-Cowboys, Deserts, & The Wild West -Illumination/Dr Seuss -Scatman John, Eurodance, & Jazz -Monstercat artists

i'm pretty sure i forgot a source in there. don't know what it is though. whatever it is goes to ke$ha.

[corner-stories]

familiarity

Pieck Finger. Porco Galliard. Marcel Galliard. Pairs Skating. Lifts. Choreography. Figure Skating AU. 1425 words. (ao3.)

The pairs skating team known as Pieck Finger and Porco Galliard were notorious for their intensive practices. Now in their first season as seniors, the amount of time they spent at the rink seemed to double. Lifts had to be practiced, throw jumps had to be landed, and pair spins had to be rotated to the very end. 

It helped that Pieck had been skating with Porco since they were thirteen — their familiarity with one another made the hours on the rink or in the weight room more bearable. Nowadays, it was hard for Pieck to imagine skating without her beloved partner by her side, without that instinct to look for him on the ice or anticipate his hands on her hips. 

So on a frigid autumn morning, one that caused frost to collect in every corner of the town, Pieck arrived at the rink in the afternoon. It was getting easier for her to balance community college and skating. Porco thought she was insane for attempting to take both on together, but so far she had gotten very good at transitioning into practice mode the second her part-time classes would end. 

As a result, Pieck’s mind was focused on her programs as she entered the change room. As she got into her practice clothes, she thought about how she was still struggling with her and Porco’s planned double axel-triple lutz combination. As she walked to the rink she thought about what costumes they would require to perfectly encapsulate the energy of their on-ice tribute to Britney Spears. 

And as Pieck stretched, she truly wondered what the world would think of Finger-Galliard if they debuted their Barbie Girl routine at the next international competition. 

Nonetheless, Pieck laced up her skates as the other skaters used the rink to their heart’s content. 

On one end of the ice she could see Zeke working with Annie, using the harness to help assist her axel. As of lately, she had been determined to finally start training a triple. Weeks ago, one of their rinkmates — an even tinier blonde named Historia Reiss — managed to land a quadruple toe loop and flip against all odds. 

Perhaps seeing such a thing had motivated Annie to begin upping the ante on her own jumps. Having to compete with someone nicknamed the “Quad Goddess” could do that to a person.

In the middle of the rink was an ice dance team practicing to the music playing through the speakers. Pieck didn’t know Mikasa Ackerman and Jean Kirschtein personally, but she did know of their skating and how meticulous they were at practice. The amount of times she walked by them in the dance studio had given her insights to their complicated curve lifts and balletic footwork, every move they made could exude both musicality and pure athleticism. Mikasa could effortlessly leap into Jean’s arms and he could just as easily transition her onto his shoulder… while spinning. It was hard to believe that they were still juniors. 

Pieck had overheard in the hallway that they were currently concocting something called the “Moulin Rouge Routine” for the upcoming season. She had never seen the movie, but judging by the loving way Jean would look into Mikasa’s eyes as they glided across the ice, Pieck wondered if it had a happy ending. 

Meanwhile, the skaters that Pieck was actually concerned with were on the other side of the rink. 

Porco had told her that he would be assisting Marcel for the day, as his brother was keen on getting his choreography career started somehow. Marcel had created a short program for a teenage skater named Colt, and in doing so requested that his brother record him performing the routine from an on-ice perspective. 

But instead of going over step-sequences or Marcel's killer triple salchow, the Galliard Brothers were doing something a lot less productive and a lot more playful. 

Pieck looked over just in time to see Porco raising Marcel over his head, utilizing the familiar hand-to-hand press lift that he had used with her countless times. The expression on Marcel’s face was joyous, astounded, and utterly effervescent. Even with his ability to defy gravity on the ice, he was reaching heights he could barely even dream of. 

Pieck couldn’t help but laugh as the Galliards had the time of their lives. 

For a slender guy, Porco was very capable of keeping Marcel airborne. Perhaps it helped that he was the taller of the brothers, despite being the younger one. He managed to keep Marcel afloat long enough for Pieck to step on the ice and zip over.

Once she arrived, Porco finally let his brother down as both grinned from ear to ear. 

“Hey, Marcel, didn’t we come to an agreement?” Pieck said as she came to a stop. She smiled cheekily at the older — yet shorter — Galliard and playfully wagged her finger at him. “At home he’s your brother, but here he’s my partner?” 

Marcel let out a chuckle. “Apologies, Pieck, we just wanted to try something new.” 

Porco was laughing along. “Yeah, we’re working on a new move for our next gala!” 

“Good to know,” Pieck soon said. She took Porco’s hand, the familiarity of which when mixed with the chill of the rink brought a sense of calmness to her. The way his hand could fit with hers was second nature to her now. 

She looked at the elder Galliard playfully. “Anyways… Marcel, you know how it is. You got something else to do, right?” 

It was telling of her closeness to the Brothers that she could speak to them in such a way.

They had all been skating since they were barely eight years old, having been put in the same class. Back then Pieck could barely manage a waltz jump and Porco was nowhere near as strong as he was now. During those days, Porco would watch enviously as the boys on the other side of the rink played hockey — being stuck in a figure skating class with his brother and a bunch of girls was not how he wanted to spend his Saturdays. But apparently, Mrs. Galliard insisted that the brothers have a shared class together, as they didn’t have one in school. 

Porco only seemed to truly dedicate his time and passion towards the art form once he was paired with Pieck. It had been the suggestion of Zeke that they skate together, as Porco struggled with the jump elements after hitting a growth spurt — unlike Marcel, who was a god-sent prodigy with loops and flips. 

Even if the Galliards were skating in different disciplines, Porco made sure to watch Marcel during every competition and vice versa. Fittingly, Pieck was often the one sitting beside him as they watched the elder Galliard dazzle the world with his spins and footwork. 

Over the years, their consistent support had bonded Pieck with the brothers, something that had been thankful for from the very start. 

When Pieck looked up to meet Marcel’s gaze, he was rubbing the back of his neck and looking to the opposite side of the rink. 

“Well, I was gonna show Annie what I cooked up for her short program, but…” he started. 

Just as Pieck and Porco looked to their rinkmate, Annie was attempting her triple axel without the harness. Despite falling on her rear end, she was back on her feet immediately. Zeke’s expression remained stern as he gestured for his trainee to try again, something that made Annie glare at him despite obeying his orders. 

It was very fortunate that Marcel was a calm, kindly, and patient choreographer in general. Annie was probably going to be thoroughly irked once he came around. 

“... she looks a bit stressed,” Marcel finished off. 

Pieck rolled her eyes, though a part of her hoped that Zeke wasn’t slightly harder on Annie than he was with her and Porco. Perhaps Annie simply reacted to the coach’s drill sergeant-esque attitude differently. 

“While you’re at it, think you can convince Zeke to reconsider our Barbie Girl routine?” Pieck asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes at Marcel for extra measure. 

Marcel’s expression remained playful, though slightly defeated. It had not been the first time that Pieck brought up her beloved routine to him. 

Porco let out a chuckle as he put his arm around her, a gesture he did quite often. “Not letting that one go, aren’t you?” He playfully tapped her nose with the end of his finger. 

“Well, we didn’t spend all that time perfecting our Iron Lotus for nothing!” 

[kaiasky]

god ok imagine making the skibidi movie though.

because like okay a fool would say well skibidi is a world where toilets with human heads are fighting humans with object heads, so we'll get matt daemon and composite him into a toilet bowl, and get some creature artists to put together some impressive vfx in houdini for the boss camera and the boss tv and add a romance plot and rain streaks wetly down a cracked camera lens in the ruins of a city as somber soundtrack music plays as our narrator contemplates what it means to fight. itd suck.

but like... ok here's the press release where Invisible Narratives announces they've partnered with someone to make skibidi toys. which makes it clear that this interview isn't just some people chatting, IN is rightsholders or at least licensees of the skibidi brand. they talk about upgrading and this is press release talk so its probably lies, but:

[BAY:] "I've been following Boom since his early days, when he was uploading fan-made Transformers pre-viz videos..." [GOODMAN]: "[Bay + a producer] have been working very closely with Alexey to really professionalize the kind of back engine of this..."

like at the very least this is a Bay who knows the right thing to say! At the same time like, how do you professionalize the engine...?

yknow. maybe im wrong but i feel like a huge appeal and a huge trademark of skibidi is the way sfm feels. the particular way sfm bends a mouth inside out. which. okay so morphTargets/blendShapes are definitely a thing in the industry still,

(blendshapes conceptually: instead of making bones for all the parts of a face just model a neutral face, then a smile, then a frown, then other expressions or motions. for each expression, save how far each point moved from its rest position. then if you want 0.5smile, move each point on the face halfway between neutral and smile. and--iconic to the sfm look--if you want 4.0 smile and 2.0 frown, just move every point 4x as far as a full smile, and then from there 2x as far as a full frown)

but idk. in a real sense i feel like the weirdness of sfm expressions is how low poly they are. There's only so badly a face can go wrong in like, 500 quads. which keeps the distortions recognizable and horrifying. (or maybe it's just a function of the SFM weirdness has had time to establish itself aesthetically like the record scratch.)

but like the point is... a lot of the tech development in the past few years has gone to finding ways to not have to do blendshapes for facial animation! Maybe we can do skin and muscle simulation so faces deform realistically. Maybe we can make one good ultra-configurable face topology+rig, and then use it everywhere (this is Epic's metahuman approach). Maybe we can just get really good at mocap. Or maybe neural/latent space methods for "smart" realistic-looking blending

and so like.. idk i imagine going to studios as michael-bay-who-intuits-the-aesthetic-value-of-sfm and going i want you to figure out how to update the SFM aesthetic.

like it's a problem id love to work on right. give me mocap and tell me to make every animation 10% more jerky and overanimated. give me 'alright we want high res facial meshes but we want them to be distorted by low-LOD proxies' or something.

and then like. stylistically the rough-assemblage-of-objects is so important. like i almost feel like you need to say okay i want artist 1 to model a speaker and artist 2 to model a rack for a speaker and DO NOT COMMUNICATE WITH ONE ANOTHER or something.

(this is all discounting the ultimate solution to this which is multi-million-dollar budget feature film animated entirely in machinama + sfm)

[kdo-three]

The Dream Syndicate - Halloween (1982) Karl Precoda from: "The Days of Wine and Roses" (LP)

Paisley Underground | Jangle Pop | Indie Rock | Post-Punk

JukeHostUK (left click = play) (320kbps)

Personnel: Steve Wynn: Vocals / Guitar Karl Precoda: Guitar Kendra Smith: Bass Dennis Duck: Drums

Produced by Chris D.

Recorded: @ The Quad Teck Studios in Los Angeles, California USA during September of 1982

Released: 1982 Ruby Records/Slash (Original Release)

Reissues: Rhino Records Rough Trade Records Fire Records

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Obviously Admirers of The Velvet Underground

[atplblog]

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