Primitive

Sunday July 31 2022 I was given the chance to be on air for an hour set on Vía De Acceso (@viadeacceso) at Lumbung Radio (https://lumbungradio.stationofcommons.org). I sincerely thank my friends Çois Agver (@ois-agver) and Jorge Lara (@enternetboy) for offering me this great opportunity of a full hour show.
I really didn't expect that, so I tried to make the set more exciting by sending them a few unreleased tracks, dating from 1999 to 2005, I had found after an accurate search on my hard disks. I had never considered releasing any of them before, and I personally think they mostly have a documentary value, as they represent memories of my own learning process in making music on a computer. They actually might be thought of as unfinished works, each one somehow resulting incomplete under a different perspective. Still I thought it was a nice chance to introduce a bit of Teth Sin's musical roots to friends, fans and listeners.
A noticeable exception is represented by this ambient piece I had called "Semiramis" at the time, which I actually consider as complete. A few minutes before writing these lines I found out that it dates back to 2002, not 2004 as I thought in the first place. No wonder I have not much to say about the concept, since I can hardly remember when I did it. But it certainly had to be a kind of a meditation on Semiramis' tragic destiny, no matter which of the numerous traditions about her legend we decide to accept as "true". Her figure is mysterious and ephemeral to such a point that she didn't even deserve a plain condemnation by mankind. It somehow sounded tragic to my ears, so I tried to create a sonic sculpture of such an uncomfortable condition.
During the broadcast I heard Çois stating that the track should be officially released. I'm currently working on a few titles after a period of decreased activity, due to some major issues I've been going through lately, but none of them is ready... So I happily accepted Çois' tip, releasing this good old tune today... In wait of something new coming [hopefully] soon!
Hope you'll all enjoy, and even if you don't... Just listen to Vía De Acceso (@viadeacceso) at https://lumbungradio.stationofcommons.org (or to their archive hosted here on SoundCloud at taRka's page @myrhyum) !!!

Semiramis

Another evening in the traffic
stucked for hours on the highway
and all that , just for a ghostly day
behind a cash register

she wanted to write
sad but beautiful stories
just to sublimate her memories
her own little secrets
and reinvent her future
made of special days
without anyone having anything to say 

she dreamed to write
that she was a fighter , a rebel 
able to avoid the worse
and never grow old 
she dreamed to write
that she was blonde ans sensual
just to give herself the right to lie
and go laughing 
to see her own name on a book 
her name on a book 

she wanted to write
eternal stories
of betrayed hearts and feelings 
words that talk of her 
about this love that kills 
and reborn even stronger
some romantic comedies

she dreamed to write
that she was a fighter , a rebel 
able to avoid the worse
and never grow old 
she dreamed to write
that she was blonde ans sensual
just to give herself the right to lie
and go laughing 
to see her own name on a book 
her name on a book

Elle Rêvait D'écrire (she dreamed to write) translated lyrics

Hoping you like this little one....
Thank you again for all of your kind plays shares and reposts!!

Keep warm out there!

Artwork by Annette

Vertigo

Garden Of Ambrosia (Guitar solo)

Stare Into Nothingness

Produced for the wonderful https://citiesandmemory.com/ as part of their SOUNDS of Italy project. Original field recording by Giuseppe Calisti. I just turned it into the mess you are now hearing : ) Official arty blurb below

Leaving Sicily is a poetic remembrance, expressed through sound, of my travels across the Island in 2017. For me the Island was a constant  barrage of wonder; both beautiful and terrifying, welcoming and isolating, modern and ancient and familiar yet alien. The piece heavily manipulates samples from the field recording captured at The Falcone Borsellino Aiport to express some of the dichotomies above. Leaving Sicily finishes with the ‘raw’ sound of the crowd of the airport terminal representing the transition from my surreal and personal travel back into the world of normality - just another tourist in the crowd about to return to his normal life.

Leaving Sicily

Vocals, lyrics by Nadia Selvaggi
Instrumental & mix by Toshi Rio: https://soundcloud.com/toshi-rio
*Photo: My mother, Esther, Williamsburg,  Brooklyn, NY

Italian American
By Nadia Selvaggi

Shadows creeping over
tailored plastic upholstery
A chorus rising
from the Kings of Williamsburg

O, As gray and worn out
as the buildings on Grand St, Bedford, and Ainslie
O, Sauce from a brown paper bag,
breaded artichokes, and Angela's gravy

Shadows creeping over
baccàla and calamari
Undershirts, hairy chests, 
the thrill of Brylcreem

O, Plaster saints, plastic rosaries,
OLMC's Giglio Feast
O, A hundred black haired lifters
and the scent of Tony's powdered Zeppoli

I am an Italian American

O, Uncle Sal's pre-paid crypt
at St. John Cemetery, Queens
O, Fifty grand for
Gabriella's fancy sweet sixteen

I am an Italian American

Shadows creeping over
the Brooklyn Bridge and Domino's factory
Marco and Carmella's fancy wedding

O, Red, white and green
on a box of Fortunato's pastry
O, Cherry ices,
Uncle Angelo's embroidered shirt
stained with Spumoni

I am an Italian American

O, Uncle Pete's pasty pancaked corpse
at Mastroianni's
O, Twenty grand
for marble cased eternity

Italian American by Toshi Rio & Nadia Selvaggi

Instrumental by RiZLiX https://soundcloud.com/rizlix
https://soundcloud.com/rizlix/rizlix-keep-on-rollin
Vocals and Rap: by IPG1 a.k.a Ian Greaves
Mix By: Ian Greaves
Thanks Dan great instrumental and inspiration. ✌🏽💚

Lyrics:
Chorus
The joint it ain’t the joint—-until I smoke it in
And The club it ain’t the joint ——until I roll on in
Now you know it ain’t the joint ——until I smoke it in—-
until I smoke it in—-until I smoke it in

Verse1
The club it ain’t the joint until I roll on in
and she looks at me ——-like where the hell you been 
But I run a tight game—-smiling at her friend 
you take your time ——when you’re ready baby——-roll on in 
Cause she ain’t got no papers —— ain’t got no ring
So if I don’t come around, we’ll it ain’t a thing
For one—-I don’t keep score ——I just roll with it 
If it feels good, I explore —-yeah ——that’s —real-slick 
party here or next door —decisions made real quick 
and I don’t need no dance floor ———-or a sidekick
getting down real hardcore —and——the swagger’s sick 
that’s just—- what I’m built for ——so just— take your pick
keep you  body moving worldwide, don’t sweat it 
and the count is like a landslide —-yo—-I don’t slip 
inside or outside——If it ——rains——just—-let it 
It’s a journey ——not just a ride —and—I’m glad -we met
and the flow ——is like high tide ———-remix an edit

Chorus

Verse2
holding down my block——city —state ——and nation 
leveled up like a worldwide radio station 
Just keep in mind —-this is Just —-how I roll 
give it all ——to the music——body—heart—-and soul
Put my cards on the table and I’ll never fold 
cause I’m holding all the aces —-and I’m in control 
follow now let’s go deeper down this rabbit hole 
Dan put the track together ——and ——it’s winter cold
Now—-I’m dropping these —bars ——-like I’m on parole 
make it rain ——shake that booty —-round the metal pole 
Twerk it—-Twerk it ——ass Poppin    ——It’s on cruise control 
Throw it up ——switch it back ——like a centerfold 
Now-I’m going for a touchdown——like the Super Bowl
come on —-go again —-tell a friend —let me in 
dropping cheddar on the floor—- make it rain again
shake that ass a little more ——-back it up and bend 
over like you did before ————cause ——I’m—off the chain

Verse1

Rolling On Produced By RiZLiX

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Sergio Parraga on Congas, Bongos, Percussion.  Featuring Vibraphone solo. Flute solo. Trumpet solo. Acoustic Bass. Steinway acoustic Piano Rhythm. Gibson L5 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Hammond B3 Organ Rhythm with Bass. String quartet, Cello, Viola, Acoustic Bowed Bass. Trap Drum set. Percussion, Timbales, Cowbell, Ago go bells, Cymbal Crash, Congas, Bongos.

Lighthouse

Bossa Dreamer

Massive hybrid orchestral trailer piece with final confrontation theme. Features driving escalation, dual-wave battle assault, and apex destruction. Perfect for epic climactic scenes. 


Stare Into Nothingness

Far East Radio 2️⃣🟨🟧🟥🟦