That's Mean

September 2020

all the music outside and aroud me that inspires me, makes feel apart

(AFORA) Inspiration

Joakin Lopez : Bells
Hakan Tuğrul : Santur
Achilleas Tigas : Ney

Zinkocisthan

Kaynak : Elif'in Hecesi

Elif'in Hecesi'nde Yarden Cohen, Piyut / İbrani İlahi ve Doğu'nun kadim sazı ¨Ud¨ ile...

© Esra Gültekin | Van Gogh Museum

Yarden Cohen - Shaar Asher Nisgar

track for the Podcast series "Queer Frequency Modulation"
https://soundcloud.com/queerfrequencymodulation/qfm01-looking-after-the-future-with-kara-keeling

Unknown Frequencies

From the EP "The Time is Stretching"
https://zuunzug.bandcamp.com/album/the-time-is-stretching

In this musical piece, there are seven field recordings, three of them are extracts from the work of others artists, and four are from my personal recordings : 
- In a ger(yurt)in Mongolia (Ulziit Sum), 05/19/2017
- At the Mongolian New Year's Eve in Paris, 02/08/2018
- In Le Mans during a thunderstorm, 05/26/2018
- In Le Mans too, an ambiance before a concert... 09/22/2018

Ce morceau contient sept enregistrements de terrain, trois sont des samples, les quatre autres proviennent de mes propres enregistrements: 
- Dans une yourte en Mongolie (province d'Ulziit), 19/05/2017
- Au Nouvel An Mongol à Paris, 08/02/2018
- Au Mans durant un orage, 26/05/2018
- Toujours au Mans, une ambiance d'avant concert... 22/09/2017

The Time Is Stretching

Buy EP

Amesha Spenta ile birlikte prova arasi takilmaca....

Santur - Hakan Tugrul 
Gitar - Selcuk B. Yalcin 
Perkusyon - Burak Inerman & Zinar Yilmaz
Bas - Mesut Almali

Free Improvisation

A song about the discrepancy between the idealization of a distorted individualism, constantly conveyed by contemporary mass media, and the actual standardization, or globalization, of human behaviours and actions that can be found today in Western or Westernized societies…

In loving memory of Massimo De Gasperi (1967-1999), a great musician and friend. There's currently no trace of his work on the internet, unfortunately, but he'd published an album with a German label a few months before passing away, if I remember correctly. It sounded way ahead of his time, and it still does today. I own a copy of it, but I'm not entitled to share it. I hope someone will do, someday.
He once called me while he was working on his album. One of his numbers' title was "Dead Hendrix", and he asked me if I could supply him with any recorded announcement of Jimi's death. He was planning to extrapolate a few words from it and use the samples on his track. Sadly I couldn't satisfy his request. I used to own dozens of Hendrix LPs and tapes, always loved and played his music, but I'd never been a collector. At the time, things like that couldn't be found on the internet.
A shot of heroin laced with strychnine killed him at 32.
In November 2019, a common friend asked me to join Massimo's 20th death anniversary party: "Come over and play", he said... I had to laugh, because he hadn't considered the fact that I was nearly 1000 miles away from home, and couldn't really afford to travel exclusively to join that party. So I recorded this tune, "That's Mean", very quickly, and about a week later I sent him the file. I easily found that Hendrix death announcement on YouTube, sampled a couple of sentences and used them in this song. He was so happy with it, included it in the music set for the night and told me that Massimo was very likely smiling from heaven while listening to it. I really hope this tune will make you all smile too.

Teth Sin : vocals, guitar, bass guitar, bağlama, samplers

Original composition, arrangement, lyrics, mix, mastering & cover artwork design by Teth Sin

Derivation #1

music . Tot. @tot-beat
lyrics, vocals & their mix, photo & cover design . Mariam Zohra D : Myrh

super dope version of this song is on Tot's page!
 https://soundcloud.com/tot-beat/aml

ALL MY LOVE
--------------------

What kind of world we live in
where we can’t tell what is given and what is taken oh oh oh

phoenix! get my sphinx sphinx sphinx

You can’t leave! You only get to take!
You can’t leave! You only get to take!


Get down Bloody, get down bloody
get down with us they say

I say, Im a never worry too deep
cause mama told me the story
mama told me they’d be a day

mama told me they’d be a day
mama told me they’d be a day

Mama told me, Mama told me they’d be a day
Mama told me, Mama told me they’d be a day
Mama told me
to be strong
all my love On
hold on to the thrill

Its gonna take all my love
we weave on
its gonna take all my love
we weave on

I belong to you Mama Gaya 
I belong to you Mama Gaya 

Its gonna take all your love
Our Universal Body
It’s gonna take all your love
Our Universal Body
hey, its gonna take…

Mama told me
My mama told me

Lovey lovey lovey lovey love On

It’s gonna take all my love
Archetypal Gathering
Archetypal Gathering
It’s gonna take all your love

Its gonna take all of my love, its gonna take all of my love
its gonna take all your love, all your love

give me that bitter bitter taste
give me that bitter bitter taste

its gonna take of my love
its gonna all your loving all your loving 

its gonna take all your love
its gonna take all your love

Its gonna take it all
you better turn your hate in
all your love
you better turn your regrets in
its gonna take its gonna take
you better take your has beens and i should have’s
all my love all my love all my love

All My Love | Tot. & Myrh

Some fresh and recurring themes with @mystique_wind

Flashback - Mystique Wind | EnigmaCurry

Based on the Bruno Jasieński's poem "Morga"

Przy­je­cha­li czar­ną, za­mknię­tą ka­ret­ką.
(Był wie­czór... je­sien­ny wie­czór...
Bło­to - sple­en - za­pa­trze­nie...)
Wy­nie­śli coś cięż­kie­go, na­kry­te­go płach­tą.
Po­sta­wi­li no­sze na ka­mie­nie.
Ro­bi­li rzecz zwin­nie.
Lam­pa oświe­tla­ła ich ja­sno, bia­ło.
Było ci­cho... Deszcz śpie­wał w ryn­nie...
Ko­nie czła­pa­ły ko­py­ta­mi...
(... Coś się sta­ło... Coś się sta­ło...)


Przy­sta­nę­ło kil­ku cie­ka­wych.
Pa­trzy­li. Py­ta­li.
Do­la­ty­wa­ły po­je­dyn­cze sło­wa.
Ja­kaś roz­mo­wa ury­wa­na, krót­ka,
Pro­wa­dzo­na ści­szo­nym stac­ca­tem...

... 25 lat ... Pro­sty­tut­ka...
... sub­li­ma­tem ...
Pod­nie­śli no­sze. We­szli do sie­ni.
(Deszcz pa­dał... kro­ple tłu­kły o dach...)
Je­den świe­cił im z przo­du la­tar­nią.
(... Ta­niec cie­ni ...)
Po­nie­śli w dół po lep­kich, wy­śli­zga­nych scho­dach
Do ogrom­nej, skle­pio­nej piw­ni­cy.
No­sze sta­ły rzę­dem.
Coś czar­ne­go mi­gnę­ło... prze­pa­dło...
Może szczur?... Może cień z uli­cy?...
Je­den świe­cił la­tar­nią.
Przy­sta­nął.
Po­sta­wi­li pod ścia­ną.
Wy­tar­li gło­śno nosy.
Wy­szli.


Klucz zgrzyt­nął w zam­ku...
Jesz­cze ci­che od­da­lo­ne gło­sy...
Jesz­cze kro­ki cich­ną­ce na górę...
(... Jak my­śli ... jak my­śli ...)
Po­tem tur­kot po bru­ku za bra­mą...
I nic...
Ci­sza...
Ciem­no...
Zo­sta­wi­li SAMĄ, zu­peł­nie SAMĄ ...
Samą jed­ną na ubo­czu.

No­sze sta­ły sze­re­giem nie­ru­cho­me, na­kry­te.
Noga przy no­dze.
Z kąta bły­snę­ła para zie­lon­ka­wych oczu ...
Jed­na ... Dru­ga ...
Wpa­try­wa­ły się dłu­go, ba­daw­czo ...

Coś sze­le­ści­ło po mo­krej ka­mien­nej pod­ło­dze ...

Na gó­rze pa­li­ły się lam­py.
Chod­ni­kiem wlókł się ja­kiś pi­ja­ny ro­bot­nik,
Wiecz­ny po oce­anach ulic ar­go­nau­ta.


Uli­cą z świ­stem sy­ren ści­ga­ły się auta.

Morga

Henry Koek - Sansula ,Jew`s harp,Soprano Sax
King Imagine -  everything else

Henry Koek & King Imagine - Lazy Morning In Old House

Lions Route Re-Solution: Orient Soul

004 _ 22 Secondes Avant Ma Mort

free improvisation

song process: @enigmacurry @mystique_wind @myrhyum
- Myrh created acapella
- EnigmaCurry granularized vox, produced ambient beats, & instrumentation
- Myrh created poetry and voices
- MystiqueWind created more instrumentation & effects
- Mystique & Enigma do final mixings

artwork process: @enigmacurry @mystique_wind @myrhyum
Myrh took two pieces of EnigmaCurry's to create the cover with text 
& Mystique Wind completed it with some key finishing details for the observant eye.

Lyrics based on this poem from my chapbook These Tales Are True
https://tarka1.bandcamp.com/merch/these-tales-are-true
PUSH FOR CHANGE (The Mere Request for Change)
here is the excerpt used in the song:
_________________________________________________________
its that time again to push
for change
push coming to shove
as the moon cycle comes into full swing

scarlet smell of oldness
and the mere request for change 
becomes a full blown criticism

and i feel ugly 
and my house 
is a mess
and people are calling me 
and wanting an explanation 
and the missing women
are still missing
(and the missing women are dead*)

....

the one love in the past 
and in the present

the dentist
the optometrist 
the oral surgeon 
the audiologist
the hair straightener 
the shoes
the bag
the activity and inactivity 
the passion and drama

the singing 
the singing

the push to change 
the push for more

it’s not enough
the fight is never over 
the flourishing
is always happening

even when the winter comes 
and the withering begins 
my body chases my soul 
from sleep to awakedness

it's that time again
to Push For Change

*this poem was written during my involvement with a project related to missing & murdered women in British Columbia, Canada.

USG Report 222

The Mere Request for Change | of mystique & myrcury

Experimental Ambient Musician / improvisation / Noisemusic / Fieldrecording / Violist

A transcendental sound journey.

Ibukunsunday@gmail.com

free improvisation

Ibukun Sunday