#instant funk

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for June 2, 2021, #265.

Johnny Hammond: “Why Can’t We Smile” (ver.)

Funk Fusion Band: “Can You Feel It”

Michael Soward: “Standing On The Top”

Quarteto Em Cy: “Tudo Que Voce Podia Ser”

Ana Mazzotti: “Feel Like Making Love”

Abahambi: “Abahambi”

Asiko Rock Group: “Lagos City”

Creative Funk: “Funk Power”

Lafayette Afro Rock Band: “Hihache”

Gary Byrd: “Soul Travelin’ Pt. 1 (The G.B.E.)��

Jack Wilkins: “Naima”

Taj Mahal: “The Cuckoo”

B.B. King: “Chains N’ Things”

Renee Costy: “Like A Magic Dream”

Jimmy Smith: “My Place In Space”

Donald Byrd & 125th St. NYC: “I Feel Like Loving You Today”

Hysear Don Walker: “Inner Face Rebirth”

Lightmen Plus One, The: “Wench”

Brian Auger’s Oblivion Express: “Future Pilot”

Bernard Ebbinghouse: “Mister Carefree”

Bobby Hutcherson: “Montara”

Steve Khan: “Candles”

Breath Of Life: “Keep In Touch”

Piero Piccioni & Shawn Robinson: “Right Or Wrong”

Arena: “Scrichell Cat”

Grover Washington Jr.: “Moonstreams”

Sonny Fortune: “Come In Out Of The Rain”

Kenji Omura & Kazumi Watanabe & Lee Ritenour: “I Feel Breeze”

Jeff Lorber Fusion Group: “Glisten”

Eddie Henderson: “Beyond Forever”

Stanley Turrentine: “Hope That We Can Be Together Soon”

Barry White: “Playing Your Game, Baby”

Champaign: “I’m On Fire”

Mass Production: “Slow Bump”

Whole Darn Family: “Seven Minutes Of Funk”

Instant Funk: “Never Let It Go Away”

Bonus Omega; crate-digging and sampling. First summer bonus broadcast.

[hornworts]

Front and back covers of 1979 LP Witch Doctor by Instant Funk released by Salsoul Records

[radiomaxmusic]

Feature LP / Instant Funk - Instant Funk (1979) / 4pm ET / 12-10-24

Instant Funk came out of Trenton, New Jersey consisting of Raymond Earl, drummer Scotty Miller and guitarist Kim Miller. The group was then called The Music Machine, and they were very successful as a back-up band for The Manhattans, Bunny Sigler and also the TNJs. Throughout their careers, Instant Funk would be the back-up band for many stars, including Lou Rawls, Loleatta Holloway, The O’Jays,…

[priokskfm]

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[melchinafan]

SKILL UNLOCKED, KNITTING ABILITY LEVELED UP

So I've been knitting a fair bit as of late, all sorts of shenanigans and funky little things and a thousand fancy plans. Only some stuff finished thus far, but a fair bit of learning new building blocks going on.

And in a fit of pique while trying to get some ridiculously tiny dense pointy picots out of a purlwise cable cast on base, being mad that my normal purling (wrapping the yarn counter-clockwise) made the yarn have to cross SO FAR to get back up to the needle, I just...crossed the yarn up clockwise instead, and it was so much better. Distracted from the picot situation by how well it worked, I wondered why it's not the norm, did a quick search, and...

Found I had accidentally stumbled upon combination knitting? Which (for flat stockinette and the like) involves purling clockwise, and then knitting through the back loop to untwist those stitches. And it has FIXED my purl tension! The left side of my flat stockinette no longer gains a giant, sad loop! (Hell, I think that selvedge might even be neater than the right side now.) And I still don't necessarily like knitting ribbing, or how it looks vs. other, funkier options. But a quick test of normal vs. combination ribs side-by-side? Hot damn, that combo rib looks GOOD.

...Now, to get back to seeing if I can wrangle those picots to do what I want, without resorting to smaller needles...

[iamlisteningto]

Stereolab’s Instant Holograms On Metal Film

[reasoningdaily]

Do Your Thing (UNCUT) - Isaac Hayes - HQ

[xcziel]

i am not kidding BLESS those jeans

if someone is somehow reading my blog and sharing last night's critique of the baggy pants vs choreo precision issue i would just like to say you are doing the work of the gods thank you SO much

[funkpunkandpunkfunk]

Ms. Lauryn Hill - Consumerism

this sounds like a different mix than the one I remember hearing (and listening to 100 times) when it first came out. i remember an actual sample of The Slits rather than what sounds here like a re-creation. I could just be imagining though. gonna have to go digging through all my mp3 files to check, cuz I won’t sleep til I know for sure.

[radio-4-is-static]

賜物 - RADWIMPS

[elainemorisi]

so I have this adorable rainbow espresso cup set, and I finally said fuck it and just got instant 'espresso'

and see the problem with an adorable six serving set is you can have three per day and the dish math still works

[theramenrater]

join me!

[nouvellesdumaquis]

Cyril Amourette sort l'album de jazz Instant Groove chez Black Stamp Music

Cyril Amourette nous offre avec l'album Instant Groove un condensé du meilleur du funk jazz des années 70. Prévu pour le 29 mars 2024, l'album Instant Groove du guitariste de jazz nous propulse droit dans les studios de CTI Records ou Blue Note. Exigence, génie, virtuosité et surtout un plaisir de jouer manifeste font de cet album un essentiel à se procurer de toute urgence via le label Black Stamp Music.

Instant Groove ! Un titre bien trouvé pour un album à l'inspiration incroyable qui réunit les meilleurs musiciens français et internationaux pour un disque rythmé aux vibrations démoniaques.

Cyril Amourette, déjà très renommé en guitariste de session, brille dans ses talents de compositeur et de meneur de cérémonie.

Dansant et ensoleillé, l'album nous emmène dans un voyage dans le temps avec Mathieu Edwards, Mike Clinton, Paul Vernheres, Ralph Lavital, Eric Mula, Mathieu Thave, Jean Vernheres...

Musiciens surdoués unis par leur passion pour le jazz, la soul et le groove pour une session d'enregistrement à l'interplay magique, avec une production vintage de qualité qui saura séduire tous les audiophiles.

Voici le clip de Sydney's Glasses :

[d1xonss]

hiii i’m a new reader of urs but let me just say i loveeeee ur work anyway i have a request if you’re taking any.. i neeeed a lil angsty fluffy moment of daryl x reader finding each other again after everything that happened with terminus and the whole prison debacle. just a lil idea i got while reading one of your works!! thank you!!

Finding You

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Reader

✧ Era : Season 4

✧ Pronouns : she/her

✧ Genre : Angst

✧ Word Count : 1.5k

AN ~ @kcundercover4 Hi angel, thank you for the request and the very kind words. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get to writing this, I've been in a bit of a funk when it came to creating new ideas. But rest assured, I'm slowly but surely getting back into the swing of things. I hope you enjoy! xoxox

When the prison fell, there was nothing left. Nothing but crumbling cement, dented fences, and whatever rotting bodies the dead decided to leave behind. The fire that was set took care of the rest, burning down the place you had once felt comfortable enough to call home. In an instant, everything was gone. And the ones from the community who made it out alive, had nearly nothing left to show for it.

Daryl felt nothing. No sadness, no hint of anger, just…nothing. It was a strange feeling that settled in his chest, a kind of emptiness he hadn’t felt in a very long time. A feeling that couldn’t be described. The best way he himself could picture it was like he was on some kind of drug, one that could numb his limbs and his mind, leaving him feeling oddly tired. Like he didn’t have the energy to get up and keep moving. Although he managed to escape with Beth who wanted nothing more than to get up and go, to try and find their people that she was certain were out there, he couldn’t.

He didn’t see much of a point in caring anymore. Whether everyone else really had managed to escape the brutal chaos, or they bit the bullet, it didn’t matter. Neither of them would catch a glimpse of their family ever again. And he’d much rather swallow down the tough pill now rather than hold out hope, only to be even more devastated in the end. He wouldn’t find Rick, or Carol, or…you.

That was a whole other pill he had yet to get down.

Daryl wasn’t one for openly expressing how he felt, but those who knew him well, knew his feelings ran deep. And the things he felt for you…he could hardly put them into words. It was like his whole life he had never known love until you suddenly walked into it, always looking at him in a way that made him feel truly seen. He didn’t have to say much for you to know what he was thinking. He didn’t have to hide his eyes behind his hair in fear you would see a flicker of vulnerability. He didn’t have to put up a front that he was fine…because deep down he knew that you could see when he wasn’t. He loved you. But now as he sat here alone and clueless, not knowing what had happened to you, it was slowly tearing him apart.

Throughout the following days, Daryl wasn’t too keen on talking. He wasn’t much for eating either. Just a dead man walking. The only thing going through his mind was surviving to see another day and to protect the only person he seemed to have left. But the most painful part of it all was every time he looked at Beth, he saw you. Her kindness resembled your own, along with the light she held behind her eyes that could only be described as hope. The same kind of hope you always possessed. It was somewhat of a bittersweet feeling that was for certain, finding himself to be pathetic that he missed you so terribly, he was starting to pick apart someone else in hopes it would somehow bring him back to you. It wasn’t fair; none of it was.

Though just when Beth began to find a crack in Daryl’s armor, getting him to finally begin to bring down his walls…he lost her too. He wasn’t even sure how it happened. One minute they were escaping the small herd of walkers that had somehow gotten into the funeral home, and the next he was watching some car speed down the road with her inside. Driving further and further away with no kind of indication of where they were going or what they planned to do with her. The familiar feeling of grief wasn’t lost on him, but that didn’t make it any less painful. The only way he was able to see it, was that he failed to save someone else. And when he attempted to find her, he only ran into more trouble.

There were the claimers, a group of men that turned out to not be men at all. Instead they were disgusting monsters that just preyed on fear. Then there was Terminus, a seemingly bright light at the end of the tunnel that led him back to his family, only to be revealed they were cannibals. Leading them like lambs to the slaughter. 

By the end of it all the group was exhausted and defeated, having to literally fight for their lives to make it out of there and now watching it burn to the ground as an end result. Carol’s unexpected arrival had saved them all. But what came next, no one could’ve predicted. The woman led them back to a small cabin hidden within the trees, only for the door to open to reveal Tyreese holding Judith securely in his arms. Both Rick and Sasha took off in a sprint when they recognized their loved ones, reuniting with them in hugs and tears whilst the rest stood back and watched.

But the wind was suddenly knocked out of Daryl when he caught sight of who stepped out of the cabin next, the harsh blow was enough to nearly bring him down to his knees. It was you.

Your eyes widened greatly when you spotted him from across the way, seeing him safe and unharmed despite the horrible things you heard about the community they walked into. You had been worried to the point of feeling nauseous ever since Carol had left to save them, but now seeing that he was alive, the relief that washed over you was unimaginable.

With a breath you immediately began to rush over to where he stood, watching as he stayed frozen in place and just stared. As if he were scared to move, or even attempt to touch you in fear that you would vanish into thin air the moment he accepted this moment was real. He couldn’t deny the sudden racing of his heart as you got closer and closer, the anticipation almost beginning to be too much for him to handle. And then you touched him, tentatively brushing the hair away from his forehead as you had done a thousand times before. The familiar need to see his eyes.

That’s what ultimately caused him to crumble.

His body all but melted at the feel of your soft fingertips dancing against his rough skin, a shuttering and emotional breath leaving his lips as he leaned his head down to bury his face into the crook of your neck. Making himself smaller. Your hand instantly moved up to cradle the back of his head, keeping him steady while he practically leaned his whole body weight onto you. His legs suddenly felt like jelly, like he could no longer support himself and needed you to help with the heavy burden he carried. Every emotion he had kept buried deep down was now unleashed all at once.

You felt his hands come up to hesitantly hold onto your waist, his fingers curling around the fabric of your clothes in a way to somehow keep him grounded. His breathing grew more ragged as he kept his face tucked away and hidden from view, his nose brushing along your pulse to feel you were alive, to breathe you in. The emptiness he felt was unexpectedly being replaced with a sudden ache, but it wasn’t unwelcomed. It was a reminder of the longing and sadness he had felt all those weeks you were apart, the utter heartbreak he wouldn’t dare let anyone see.

His lips pressed a kiss against your skin, the action being so soft and delicate like he feared of leaving even the tiniest mark on you. He couldn’t even imagine what you must’ve gone through on your own, and he wanted to make it known that he wasn’t planning on letting anything hurt you again. A silent vow only you would be able to receive. 

After a few moments of holding him you gently pulled back ever so slightly to really look at him, your heart sinking when you noticed the black eye and scrapes along his face. But those hardly mattered to him, not really. Not when the only pain he could focus on was losing you.

“Are you okay?” you asked quietly, your tone no louder than a whisper.

When he heard you speak he could hardly find the strength to respond. Your soft spoken voice that he was convinced he would only hear in his dreams, now seemed to echo throughout his mind. Soothed his weary soul. His eyes glistened with tears as he simply looked at you, his lip quivering as he desperately tried to hold back the intense emotions he was feeling. As for your question, all he could do was nod his head. His real answer being far too complicated for even him to process. 

He saw the sadness etched on your face before you wrapped your arms tightly around him again, not willing to let go so easily this time. And it was clear the both of you found what you had been desperately missing.

~ Thanks for reading!

[souvenir116]

Q: You asked Lando, what he said when he almost hit the wall, now that you're not allowed to swear, what answer did you get?

Oscar: ✨️ Funked...✨️ was the word. So, no community service for him

his instant smile ☠️😁

[thefunkfactory]

Luke & Ryan

Riley sat at her desk, twirling a strand of her silky hair as she scrolled through her phone. She was the picture of grace—always well-dressed, always smelling like vanilla perfume, always completely put together. Unlike some of the boys in her class, who seemed to revel in being disgusting. And at the top of that list was Luke.

Luke was the definition of gross. He was a jock, always sweaty, always reeking of whatever foul concoction came from his armpits and feet after practice. He farted constantly—loud, toxic, and proud—like it was his greatest achievement in life. Riley had spent years avoiding him and his disgusting ways, but today… she wasn’t so lucky.

As class ended and students started filing out, Riley gathered her things, only to realize someone had blocked her path.

Luke.

He smirked, still in his practice uniform, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.

“Yo, princess,” he drawled. “What’s up? You look way too clean today.”

Riley rolled her eyes. “And you look like you haven’t showered in a week.”

Luke just laughed. “That’s the jock way, babe. You wouldn’t get it.”

Riley scoffed, trying to push past him, but Luke suddenly turned his back to her and—

BBBRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPP!

A monstrous, rumbling fart blasted out of Luke’s shorts, releasing a thick green cloud that billowed into the air like a cursed mist. Riley barely had time to react before the noxious gas engulfed her.

The smell was beyond horrific. It was as if every locker room, every gym sock, every sweaty jock strap had been combined into one concentrated bomb of boy stench. Riley coughed, gagging as the green fog coiled around her, seeping into her nostrils.

She tried to step back, but her body locked up. A strange heat spread through her limbs, her skin tingling as something deep inside her… shifted.

“N-no… what’s… happening…?” Riley gasped, her voice already sounding deeper.

Her arms twitched, the delicate, slender shape of them fading as muscle bulged beneath her soft skin. Her dainty hands cracked as they grew rougher, callouses forming like she’d spent years lifting weights. Her toned legs thickened, her thighs bulging with raw, masculine strength.

Her chest flattened, her curves vanishing as her pink, stylish crop top stretched, darkening into a sweat-stained, ratty gym tee. Her perfectly fitted jeans morphed, shifting into baggy, stained basketball shorts.

But the worst part was the smell.

Riley’s once sweet, flowery scent was erased in an instant, replaced by something rank. Sweat poured from her newly muscular body, her armpits radiating pure jock funk. Her feet—now clad in crusty, old sneakers—itched as a damp, swampy heat settled between her toes.

Her mind fought back.

No… I’m Riley! I’m a pretty girl! I don’t—I don’t wanna be—

“Aw, man, looks like you’re still resisting,” Luke chuckled. “Guess I gotta bring out the big guns.”

He lifted one leg and peeled off his sock. It was yellowing, damp with sweat, the fabric practically crusty with built-up grime. The second he waved it in front of Riley’s face, the stench hit her like a truck.

Her eyes fluttered. Her resistance crumbled.

The overpowering stink of boy foot funk clouded her thoughts, turning them to mush. Visions of football practice, sweaty gym sessions, and disgusting locker-room banter flooded her brain, rewriting who she was.

“Urghhh… bro…” Riley slurred, her voice now a deep, cocky drawl.

Her long, silky hair retracted, leaving behind a messy, sweat-soaked mop of boyish locks. She scratched at her armpit, sniffing her fingers and grinning.

She liked the stink now.

No, she loved it.

With a loud, gurgling BBBBUUUUUURRRRPPP!, Riley—no, Ryan—grinned at Luke, his new bro.

“Dude… I smell rank,” Ryan said, scratching his crotch absentmindedly. “I think I gotta fart.”

Luke grinned. “Then let it rip, bro.”

Ryan smirked, lifting a leg. FFFFFFRRRUUUPPPP!

And as another thick green fog filled the air, the last traces of Riley—the clean, pretty girl—vanished forever.