Category Archives: Agnès Pe

Agn̬s Pe РMit Pat̩ #16, Life Forms

I tried to listen to this edition of Mit Paté while I was doing some work. In fact, I tried twice. It was impossible. This made me think. To understand what I thought, you need to know that one of my fascinations is the process, how from dead material, life forms came into existence, indeed, the origins of life. Molecules splashing around in primordial soup, not bothering about being alife or not, suddenly got together, some elements got a different meaning, and see: within the structures, all was different. And…

MITT PATÉ #15 – Hand in Hand with Time

At minute 9 I thought the show was coming to its end. At minute 14 I expected the last tunes any moment. Agnès had been a flaneur, walking the streets without hardly touching the pavement, and she had been an underwater swimmer watching with growing wonder and excitement how the sunlight tried to break through the surface. But after minute 14 I lost it. The show explodes and you don’t know where to look. Sizzles and sparkles, miniatures and possessed dolls, old postcards and fading ink, it comes, it goes…

Mitt Pate #14, Christmas Non-Stop, Open 24hours.

Let’s just do this,a homeopathic treat of Christmas. 24 hours, non-stop, the same same same same same same same same same songs. And all these same same same same same same same same same songs get so sick of each other, that in the end you find them hanging in their chairs talking philosophy with a stuffed turkey, or sleeping on the carpet in their own vomit while they dream of acid rain. Playlist Bullion – You drive me to plastic // Lo mad bello – Hey Chicos! Villancicos! Una…

Agn̬s Pe РMitt Pat̩#13, After the Elections

Our Radio is not a slot machine. Donate and you will  always win. Agnès Pe’s 13th episode of Mitt Paté might as well be regarded as a 21st century sonic adaptation of Alice in Wonderland. There is one vital exception. Agnès Pe doesn’t follow the will of her writer, but kicks him in the balls first, before setting of for her American adventure. She ends up in Trump’s America, in Las Vegas. A human-size Godzilla is her guide. And while neon signs, slot machines and crazy people shout, twist and…

Mitt paté #12 by Agnès Pe

Can you remember all the books you ever read and condense the experience to one single moment, or the movies you saw, the people you met, the dishes you ate, the loves you had? Is it possible to remember – simultaneously- all the musics you ever heard? And what will happen if you do? Will it bring back smiles, smells and memories of the youthful days, that have just dispappeared around the corner? Is Mitt paté such an attempt to bring together all memories and store them for a near…

Mitt Pat̩ # 11 by Agn̬s Pe Рspecial Radical Listening session in Bulegoa, Bilbao

Let’s start with a quote from a review: “Agnès Pe throws in the happiness, the spontaneous playfulness & the fun that you feel connected too and yet so new that it will always surprise you. I can’t put my finger on it and say this is what I like of this sound and style unless it would be a gigantic enormous finger to basically point at the entire music piece at the same time. It’s so much fun that it really feels that this needs to be shared, spread and…

Agn̬s Pe РMitt Pat̩ number 10

Enter the big house and you know on forehand there is at least three rooms, where you’d like to peek inside. The first room is of a strange luminar quality. Colors seem to have faded; everything is in a glossy black and white, from the times that camera’s were still made by hand. A couple of men, one single woman seem to be frozen, show an eternal smile. There are reel to reel machines and a window that looks over the roofs of a big European city. The second room…

Mitt paté #9 conducted by Agnès Pe

Hang on. Today I read about a resurrected rockstar. In the old times he heard voices in his head. To suppress those voices he put on the TV set, two radio’s and two amplifiers feedbacking the guitar, full blast. At that moment it was silent in his head, and he could go to sleep. Of course you won’t hear silence in Agnès Mittpaté #9. You will hear the sound of colours exploding. I edited the playlist into something that looks like a long poem. My excuse to those involved. I…

Mitt Paté #8 by Agnès Pe

It will take at least another fifty years before audio sculptures like Agnès Pe’s Mitt Paté will be recognized as fully independent art forms, and probably receive world wide exposure. Why fifty years? Well, it is because daughters generally love their mothers. Agnès and her generation are in their twenties now. In 2066 people might recognize how in the years 2010-2020 the last millennium kids operated far away from a world defined by opinionaters, commercialists and headlines. Listen to Mitt Paté and you see colors, many colors, as you can…