Category Archives: Agnès Pe

Mitt Paté #19 by Agnès Pe – I Hear a Symphony

Running around, wide-eyed, open circle-boingboing, we hang from a rubber belt. The world is a bad whisper. The Queen anthem, finally, here’s the version that should be played in every stadium. The motorgang argues over a quarter-pounder hamburger. Stomach moves, dub-step burbs, that’s how we pray nowadays. The merry-go-round dropped acid. My first Vespa. Rome is so great. When gypsies walk backwards they look like arabs disappearing in the rain. The real estate agent showed the bathroom and sang ‘Eye of the Tiger.’ You should have seen him move. But…

Mitt Paté by Agnès Pe – Summer in the City

You are not alone. We are not alone. Agnès Pe also gives her works and talents to the radio from the Reina Sofia Museum in Madrdi. And now she is here with us, to comfort us and to nurture us. Sweet sounds from the Disney world of eternal happyness and perfection, little demons locked up in the sink….hear them scream how they want to get out; a walk over a busy beach handing out icecream and pink smiles; pin-up girls and young guys playing football; the radio is happy and…

Agnès Pe – Mitt Paté in Buenos Aires

This edition of Mitt Paté was made in Buenos Aires. Agnès was there for an artistic enterprise. It meant of course that she had to leave her natural habitat, Madrid, and encounter new impressions. She had to experience winter during summertime. It took her a bit longer to construct a new collage. But it was well worth the wait. I come to be convinced that Agnès is unique in her approach. She connects a high sensitivity to the current Zeitgeist, changes observations into moods, and picks from a rich palette…

Agnès Pe – Mitt Paté, Life Forms

I tried to listen to this edition of Mitt 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 Paté # 11 by Agnès Pe – special 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…