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A sofa is a universal thing.
You can lie on it, sit, sleep, or jump. And you can also listen to music.
But you can listen to it in different ways.

You're in a friend's living room. The boombox is breathing, through it grow conversations and the smell of food. The cassette crackles with familiar voices. You sit down — and everything starts to spread. The fabric rustles, the cushions pull you in, and the music, seemingly, isn't coming from the cassette, but from the folds of the upholstery... Hey, how’s it going? Long time no see.

You're alone. At home. Everything is boring.
You turn on cozy ambient music, fall onto the sofa — and disappear from planet Earth for a good half hour. The music knows where you've been. Maybe.

13 musicians created this compilation. Each didn’t know what the others were thinking. We assume that many didn’t even know of the existence of other participants.
Together with the upcycle brand Dva Nul we gathered everything into one, added a photo of the most bizarre and magnificent sofa from their new collection, and offer you this to listen to.

If you like it — you can grab the cassette.
A player will be found.
And if it’s not found — then you are the player.

Faktura x 2.0.
Dedicated to the "Sluchainie Formy" exhibition.

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Диван — штука универсальная.  
На нём можно лежать или сидеть, спать или прыгать. А ещё — слушать музыку.  
Но слушать её можно по-разному.

Ты в гостиной у друзей. Бумбокс дышит, сквозь него прорастают чужие разговоры и запахи еды. Кассета шуршит знакомыми голосами. Ты садишься — и всё начинает расползаться. Ткань шуршит, подушки втягивают, и музыка, казалось бы, играет не с кассеты, а из складок обивки... Привет, как сам? Давно не виделись.

Ты один. Дома. Всё надоело.  
Включаешь уютный эмбиент, падаешь на диван — и исчезаешь с планеты Земля на добрые полчаса. Музыка знает, где ты был. Возможно.

13 музыкантов создали этот сборник. Каждый не знал того, о чём думает другой. Мы полагаем, что многие вообще не знали о существовании других участников.  
Мы с апсайкл-брендом _Два Ноль_ собрали всё воедино, приклеили фотографию самого упоротого и великолепного дивана из новой коллекции ребят и предлагаем это послушать.

Если понравится — можешь взять кассету.  
Плеер найдётся.  
А если не найдётся — значит, ты сам и есть плеер.

Фактура х Два Ноль.  
Приурочено к выставке «Случайные формы» .



Release date: 04.04.2025
Слушать на всех стримингах: https://band.link/fkt_20
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The source is the Burns song 'Ye Banks and Braes', which I selected more or less at random from an old songbook. I arranged the notes as instructed and played the resulting sequence on a recorder. The track has two parts and in the first I duplicated the recording several times, made various alterations to the pitch and created a round or canon,  adding a degree of delay and reverb. The second part is the result of playing the notes in a totally random order, again with some additional delay and reverb.

More on the 693rd weekly Disquiet Junto project, Melody Sorted — The Assignment: Reorganize a familiar song note by note — at https://disquiet.com/0693/

Bars Any Bad Knees (disquiet0693)

05 Elsa's Song

A song about Freud.

Lyrics:
If I’m so smart and I’m so pretty,
Damn this town and damn this city;
You never give me anything that I want.
 
No one seems to really care.
They're just wholly unaware
Of all the blood and sweat I cry before dawn.
 
But you won’t understand
All the things that I am
Cause' I’m crazy in just too many ways.
 
But I get that little feeling
When my heart starts beating, lungs stop breathing,
All my fibers say to run away.

Count my little scars, I’ve got dozens down inside.
I come complete and invincible, behind my dirty imbecile.
All these things I’ve tried, boy: be cute, be dumb, be wise, be young.
So don’t tell me what to fear in the darkness in this atmosphere.

Love my mum and love my daddy,
Sure they messed me up but that is
Voices that they left inside of my head.
 
Darling, dearest, don’t you see?
I’m tough, I’m smart, I’m bourgeois,
And I’ll play out this lie until we’re all dead.
 
Am I good? Is all I could
Enough for you? 
 
I’m so scared
Of when and where
I’ll find the truth.

Awfully Apeelin'

Dirty Imbecile

The Crane Wives - Hollow Moon

Hands up if life is getting stressful
And shout if you are saddened by the news
I need some tips to cope,
some data or some anecdotes,
'cause right now nothing's workin' for my blues

Sometimes I deal by playing music
and sometimes I relax by reading books
Sometimes I go downtown,
climb a tree and don't come down
and throw a bunch of pinecones at people

A crowd has formed around my tree,
just out of reach, and the police have
blocked the street on every side
But no one can climb it and
I think its 'cause they know I have
a pinecone here for everyone who tries

I yell: I'm gonna live to be a hundred
I'm gonna see them cure disease
Then I'm gonna watch them
go to war over the royalties so
if you need me, I'll be in the tree

If you need me, I'll be in the tree
There's several cameras pointed up into my tree
it seems the world's concerned with what I might do next…
Throwing pinecones at photographers
from up here in this conifer
like Tarzan getting scouted by the Mets

Yeah, I'm gonna live to be a thousand
Got robot arms and run on robot feet
Got robot legs and robot head
and my robot ass don't know it yet but
I'd be better off back in the tree

So if you need me, I'll be in the tree…

'Cause no one's asking what would drive me up this pine
Is it protest? Am I being paid to preach or advertise?
No, this non-deciduous decision was all mine
You can show a horse the ropes
but no, you cannot make him climb

And this tree's a makeshift metaphor and I prefer to think
I'm just a stressed out Christmas ornament
who needs some space to breathe
And if the camera crews and crowded streets
and dozens of police
are my endless pressures manifested down below my tree
Then this giant stack of pinecones…
They are the lame and immature ways I deal with them
But also how satisfying it is to do so...
To dome one... when they're not looking... yeah

I'm gonna live to be a million
Longer than the flowers, birds and bees
but if I start to come undone,
make like a tree and hug someone
Everybody needs a place to breathe
just recognize when it is time to leave

I'm probably gonna live forever
but should I die (and that may be preferred)
take me out and bury me
and plant a tree right over me
so I may help someone escape the world

Yeah, I may help someone escape the world

Pinecones

Management 
Ben Baruch 																								Ben@11e1evengroup.com

Bookings (US): 																								
Jeffrey Hasson / Joe Atamian																					JHasson@paradigmagency.com																					jatamian@paradigmagency.com

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