Category Archives: Mitt Paté Agnès Pe

Agnès Pe – Mitt Paté 21 (Fuck You the People)

Where does she find all these songs and sounds? How does she manage it to put them in this order? Sensational, impressive, late night walk, mickey mouse t-shirt, kim jung un mask and private chicken too. Mysterious, picknick at hanging rock, chinese new year, a bar full of voices and everybody feels good Yes, we are angry as well, but that doesn’t change our mood. Red socks I am running out of words on how to describe the Mitt Paté’s Visit Madrid Go see Agnès Pe in action Always.  …

Agnès Pe – Mitt Paté #20 (memories of 1937)

Have a look at the playlist. Knowledge has many sides. Knowledge is like a car. Go from A to B. Once you arrive, get out, go, explore, don’t forget your car keys if you want to get back home. Throw the keys away, or just forget about the car, if you are sure you have arrived. Forget about knowledge just as easy as you forget about the tracks you hear, and the tracks you followed. The earth burns. Small houses stand white in the hot sun. Nothing moves. The people…

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 #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…