#recomposed

[alcrego]

Recomposed

[jackvanzet]

A new project/album out today. Future Classic: Recomposed is an audio-visual project that sees 8 recompositions of the Sydney label's showcase songs. Originally a collaboration with Calm the brief was to create long-duration, ambient/classical/sleep versions of each track.

I’m also handling the visual duties, which sees each track showcasing its own artwork. When listening on Spotify flick through each canvas to see the corresponding visuals. The keystone piece of the project is a limited run of double gatefold vinyl records with printed inner sleeves.

It was a unique opportunity to bring the audio and visual sides of the project closer together, so I’m extremely grateful to Future Classic and all of the artists involved for allowing the project to come to life.

The full visual campaign can be seen at https://www.jackvanzet.com/Future-Classic-Recomposed

Listen: https://ffm.to/fc_recomposed

Vinyl: https://ffm.bio/thrupence_recomposed

Jack

CC: Future Classic Flume Ta-ku Panama Music G Flip Chrome Sparks Touch Sensitive Hayden James Flight Facilities

[detailedart]

Mars, Jupiter, Venus, Saturn, 25.01.25, by Manusia dan Langit (composite picture of the alignment also called “planet parade”)

[khairosclerosis]

🃏 and it's our word,

yes, our word,

against theirs

for curtain call, the ace attorney musical zine!

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Fuck dude s tier concept from a dream I just had

The rewind stick. Point and rewind anything that just happened. Rant argue scream, undo it. Nobody told you it had limited uses.

Went back so far that you're a kid. Hanging out with someone you have a strained relationship with before it went bad. Everything's great but every now and then you break and scream at them about something they did in the future. They don't understand. You're both 7. Rewind, undo, back to hanging out like normal. But you keep doing it. The more you use this thing the more fucked up the universe gets, this little perfect fantasy world you've created starts to unravel. You've just unleashed the biggest meltdown of all. The stick stops working. They start to re-age before your eyes. You've opened every can of worms, now lie in it.

[mumblesplash]

i'm not built for online friendships if i'm being totally honest like i *can* do it but the fastest way to my heart is and has always been roadtrips involving at least some risk of grievous bodily harm

[winnie-the-monster]

“Gah…..gah……gah…..” He knew he knew how to speak; he was fairly certain he’d been articulate just minutes earlier. But now he didn’t seem able to form a word.

[spiribia]

(katie rose clarke) really good Thank Goodness bit.

[godslittlesadge]

dungeon meshi will tell you "come closer im a normal fantasy slice of life manga" and then 27 chapters later you're watching two people re-assembling the skeleton of their sister/best friend because she was entirely digested by a dragon throughout all these past chapters and these sparse bones are literally all that remains of her to resurrect her

[jackvanzet]

New project/record out tomorrow ♻️

[n00b-vegas]

Basically how I reacted when I first met The Viper in the shadow dragon den

Was making a comment on how much I loved his outfit before noticing I could pet the dog and completely shifting focus

[massy2ly]

Fadel today I don’t think I like you. I really really don’t actually. Wth. My non existent d*ck just turned flaccid.

(This is a personal opinion, I want them all to be happy)

I don’t like any of it. Sue me. Hate fu*ck I can do, but hurting my baby after you’re done? You can shove that spatula up your ass for all I care.

🚨🚨 Don’t come at me, I know they’re morally gray characters. I KNOWWWW but this rubbed me the wrong way. Fadel showed his dark side, finally (yes, for me this is darker than being an assassin).

And Style apparently still going after him in the next ep ? What is wrong with you babe? My pride, ego, heart and ribs could never. Alright, they used each other, good for them, but seeing how it ended, I don’t feel how it changed something between them. Gotta wait for ep 4 to change my mind, I guess.

Also, I saw some tweets about Fadel missing his ex and that’s why he just gave in and sought release. This better not be true, don’t play with me, Jojo. I already dislike the unforgettable ex trope but okay, whatever I guess. However, if this theory is true and the guy’s ass is still stuck in the past, I might need a break. As annoying as he is, Style doesn’t deserve this because I know he’ll develop real feelings very soon for that party pooper. Style deserved a beating for sure. What he did in that group is so disrespectful and icky. I’m just gagging that the beating happened after an intimate moment.

Anyway, I just don’t understand how Fadel (who barely hurt Style all those insane times he drove him up the wall), chose this exact moment to actually put his hands on him. I just don’t get it and it spoiled the scene for me. I expected some frustration, « not gonna happen again » thingy, fake disinterest at most. Not him knocking the air out of him and leave him on the floor like a rag.

Joke’s on us. So many thought that he was an inexperienced virgin who’s discovering his bodily functions, that his heart flutters for Style and shit, and that the moment he caves in he’ll find himself at the deep end before his brain catches up.

Jojo, you’re full of surprises. I don’t trust this show anymore lol. No wonder the novel’s author was so surprised. This is not how it was supposed to go.

Anyhow, the only way I could get past this is if he turns into a pathetic, sobbing simp for Style. I need to see him lolling his tongue and wagging his tail like a dog.

[idontknowreallywhy]

WIP it’s probably Wednesday somewhere…

Scott did not like it here.

Wherever here was.

Sometimes he thought maybe he was still a prisoner. Maybe they’d just switched up the torture methods, started talking English to confuse him. Ever since he’d woken, terrified and gagging on the tube down his throat, he’d been in pain and the pain kept changing so he couldn’t get used to it. He was cold. Constantly cold but they kept sponging him with even colder water and nobody would explain why. His bones hurt. His eyes hurt. His everything just… hurt.

And he couldn’t sleep.

Even when his limbs and eyelids were weighed down by something they’d given him, he was conscious. Just waiting for the next thing.

The dogs still lurked, sometimes at the foot of his bed, sometimes prowling the hall but never far. He could hear them even when he couldn’t see them.

There were two things he held on to: Dad’s voice and Virgil’s eyes. Those two things hadn’t been there in that other place. And they were here. So here was not there. He wasn’t there.

He wasn’t there. That had to be good.

But why was here no better?

Had they caught Virgil too?

[filigranerzeitgeist]

American English "trrranslaation" under se cut!🔔

👨‍🌾 Der Bauer - Gottfried August Bürger 👨‍🌾

*An seinen Durchlauchtigten Tyrannen*

Wer bist du, Fürst, daß ohne Scheu

Zerrollen mich dein Wagenrad,

Zerschlagen darf dein Roß?

Wer bist du, Fürst, daß in mein Fleisch

Dein Freund, dein Jagdhund, ungebläut

Darf Klau' und Rachen hau'n?

Wer bist du, daß, durch Saat und Forst,

Das Hurra deiner Jagd mich treibt,

Entatmet, wie das Wild? -

Die Saat, so deine Jagd zertritt,

Was Roß, und Hund, und Du verschlingst,

Das Brot, du Fürst, ist mein.

Du Fürst hast nicht, bei Egg' und Pflug.

Hast nicht den Erntetag durchschwitzt.

Mein, mein ist Fleiß und Brot! -

Ha! du wärst die Obrigkeit von Gott?

Gott spendet Segen aus; du raubst!

Du nicht von Gott, Tyrann!

👨‍🌾 The Peasant - Gottfried August Bürger 👨‍🌾

*Adressing his Highness Tyrant*

Who are you, Lord, that without fear

Your wagon wheel may overrun,

Your steed may shatter me?

Who are you, Lord, that into my flesh

Your friend, your hunting dog, unbotheredly

May dig his claws and maw?

Who are you, that, through seed and forest,

The hooray of your hunt chases me,

Breathless, like the game? -

The seed, trampled by your hunt,

Which steed, which dog, and You devour,

The bread, you Lord, is mine.

You Lord, have not, with harrow and plow.

Have not toiled through the harvest day.

Mine, mine is diligence and bread! -

Ha! You are the authority of God?

God shares blessing; you rob!

You are not of God, tyrant!

Gottfried August Bürger (1747-1794) was a poet during the Age of Enlightenment. His poems fall into the Sturm und Drang (Ger. "Storm and Stress") era of lyricsm.

Honestly, stating that I "translate" these poems is perhaps misleading. In fact, no poem (no matter the language) can be literally translated. I basically re-compose them into English so they make atleast SLIGHTLY sense.😭 And this poem gave me a headache.

Why are German poems always so convoluted, smh.🙄 Just... Gimme me a clear sentence!🤨 Or is wearing a ✨powdered wig✨ convoluting your brain so much, that it forces you to write in riddles? *grumble*

[godslittlesadge]

so true

[yearning-gay]

flirting with you by putting my slimegirl arm in the blender and toying with the blade at the bottom and giggling