24 hour radio from Berlin
The audio reports ‘letter from Berlin’ are directly recorded on tape with a handheld walkman. In this episode: a trainride from Berlin to Amsterdam, sounds from Amsterdam and from Heerlen, domestic and non-domestic sounds from Berlin and a few words by John Cooper Clarke.
Word to Simon: The first part of the show features “Tears Dont fall in outta space by Taurus tracker’s. Martin from the band was interviewed in a previous show. The New Album “All shook up again in W10 “captures the spirit of Ladbroke Grove,”says Tessa Pollitt (The Slits). Produced by Mick Jones, who also added some extra guitar, keys and vocals and made the tea. The album was recorded during a difficult time for the band, after losing their studio to property developers a temporary move was made to Mick’s…
I moved back to Berlin in the month of February 2018. The audio reports that I started in Poland will continue, albeit in a different form. I will still use my Sony Walkman, walk and talk, observe, think aloud and allow snippets of every day life to land on the surface of the magnetic tape. Oktober 2018 in Berlin, lots of sunny days: One Sunday I went walking on Alexanderplatz, a few days later I visited a concert by Thilo Schölpen. He has arranged kraftwerk songs for piano. He played…
I moved back to Berlin in the month of February 2018. The audio reports that I started in Poland will continue, albeit in a different form. I will still use my Sony Walkman, walk and talk, observe, think aloud and allow snippets of every day life to land on the surface of the magnetic tape. In this letter from Amsterdam and Berlin I didn’t do any talking. On side A I recorded sounds from Amsterdam, on side B I recorded sounds from Berlin. Right at the middle of both sides…
I moved back to Berlin in the month of February 2018. The audio reports that I started in Poland will continue, albeit in a different form. I will still use my Sony Walkman, walk and talk, observe, think aloud and allow snippets of every day life to land on the surface of the magnetic tape. In the sixth letter from Berlin I visited three concerts at West Germany. I arrive by bicycle. you hear parts of my bicycle ride, descriptions and sounds of Kottbusser Tor and fragments of concerts by…
Wolfgang Dorninger, resident of Linz, teacher, musician, sound designer, veteran of the cassette culture days sets up an exhibition that he never had thought of in his life. I (=Rinus Van Alebeek) spent some days at the exhibition. I give a short description and then talk with Wolfgang. I starts of with a visit of the firemen to his home and ends with words of hope. In between we talk about the past, the experiences, the stories of friendship and touring the USA. We talk about the present, the identity,…
I moved back to Berlin in the month of February 2018. The audio reports that I started in Poland will continue, albeit in a different form. I will still use my Sony Walkman, walk and talk, observe, think aloud and allow snippets of every day life to land on the surface of the magnetic tape. In the fifth letter from Berlin I visited Miss Read in Haus Kulturen der Welt. Before I arrived I made a beuatiful bicycle ride that took me right to the heart of Berlin. Short interviews…
I moved back to Berlin in the month of February 2018. The audio reports that I started in Poland will continue, albeit in a different form. I will still use my Sony Walkman, walk and talk, observe, think aloud and allow snippets of every day life to land on the surface of the magnetic tape. In the fourth letter from Berlin I visit the opening night of the exhibition The Superusers – Mega Myriad Machine. I spoke with Scott Sinclair who is one of the Super Users and recorded his concert….
A knock on the door. At this hour. Who could that be. Full moon peeks in through the attic window. The plant recites Kierkegaard. Red light ceiling. A muted comedian. More insistent knocking on the door. Get up from the chair. The bottle falls down. Shock-relief: It’s empty. Ear to the door. Someone goes down the stairs, fast. An empty milk carton on the doormat. Apparently empty. A cassette tape wrapped in a piece of paper. It’s a letter. Dai Coelacanth is back from somewhere. But from where? And who…
