In Funk Town, every event has a name. The time of occurrence, the duration, the scope of impact. The city converts them into numbers and silently archives them.
No one had ever questioned the system—at least, not while living within the city. It’s more accurate to say there was no need to question it. Coincidences were processed as statistical errors, and errors were promptly corrected.
The world always knew exactly what was coming next.
Then one day, while waiting at a crosswalk, the sound slipped.
Just a single beat. Whether it was late or ahead of time, he couldn't tell. But in that solitary moment, the city’s silhouette wavered.
The recording devices remained silent. No error displays, no signs of correction. And yet, his body alone remembered that shift.
"This sound... it isn't registered anywhere."
He thought this, and for the first time, He felt as if the city itself was waiting for the future.
She believes in speed.
She hits the gas before she stops to wonder.
Fast machines and heavy sound are what she likes.
Given the choice to pause or keep driving without a clear view, she keeps going.
This band's direction is set by her voice.
She hardly speaks.
Low end is more accurate than words, for her.
Most of the time she's reading manga.
The rhythm of turning pages and a bass line have something in common.
Her feelings sit deep beneath the sound.
He can more or less do anything.
So nothing really ties him down.
People look up to him like an older brother; he doesn't pay it much mind.
He appears when the mood strikes and leaves the freest sound behind.
Piano is the oldest language he knows.
Everything else he picked up later.
Games, anime, and the real world blur a little at the edges.
His sound is precise and quiet.
His keyboard softens this world, just a little.
The longest-lived in the group.
The jokes are old; the rhythm stays new.
He runs his mouth while keeping time tighter than anyone.
The band stays on the rails because he never betrays the beat.
He's been in Funktown a long time.
He never steps into the spotlight.
Why he brought these members together still hasn't been told.
They say he was there when the city was still normal—and when it started to warp.
"Funk Town" is a musical piece set in a meticulously engineered metropolis of the near future. In this place, every occurrence is quantifiable; coincidence does not exist. No one is excluded, and the machinery of society operates flawlessly under the banners of equality and justice.
At first glance, the city appears to be a utopia. Yet, a world where choice and hesitation are no longer necessary may simultaneously be a dystopia—one that has quietly surrendered its freedom.
What threatens the equilibrium of this city is "Evolution." It does not arrive as a grand revolution, but rather begins with the faintest of sounds—an inexplicable sense of unease.
I believe a "perfect system" can only exist when evolution has been halted. But as long as the world continues to update itself, perfection is impossible. Evolution overwrites existing structures, often bringing pain in its wake.
Even so, we live on, facing these tremors head-on. "Funk Town" is not a song intended to assert what is "right." Rather, it is music meant to be placed softly within the city—a rhythm that plays at the very moment order begins to crumble.
— maurice blue
Producer / Bluepiece Lab.
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