Dai Coelacanth – Linda Harris and the Paranoid Lungs

Local kids burnt down the school. Got the jitters. Sought a necromantic solution. Nancy promised them a hundred years of rain. Too late. She was busy unspooling the tapes. Doing a job on the memory bank. Fans of the program found their conversations deteriorating. The space between words was becoming damp and humid. The main … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Linda Harris and the Paranoid Lungs

Dai Coelacanth – Return of the Cosmic Scorpion

Do Dai Coelacanth's contributions to Radio On evolve into a sci-fi radioplay, a discardable walkman's alternative to all paytv's series? Be your own detective. Read his words. Maybe they sound familiar. Susan had joined a show band. I was asked to play trumpet. Not in the band. They wanted me to stand in a shop … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Return of the Cosmic Scorpion

Dai Coelacanth – Don’t lick the coins they will weigh you down

Dai Coelacanth arrived at Radio On in the year 2018. What is it? A prophet, a poet, a consumer gone mad? Is this the voice of Brexit? Is this a man who walked out of a Shakespearian play centuries ago and who still hasn't found a stage that fits his words?Maybe his own words can … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Don’t lick the coins they will weigh you down

Rinus Van Alebeek – Letter from Berlin (Kling Klang)

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. … Continue reading Rinus Van Alebeek – Letter from Berlin (Kling Klang)

Dai Coelacanth – RANDOM SEWAGE FROM A STRANGERS WIFE / YOU’RE A WIG, Mr MALIGNANT

Dai Coelacanth arrived a year ago. He had been on a holiday in Greece. It started then. Thinking while listening. Something happened. A man who was there when Mr. Sony sent his walkman to earth. They fell on every shop and in every home like children's balloons who had gone the reverse way. He still … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – RANDOM SEWAGE FROM A STRANGERS WIFE / YOU’RE A WIG, Mr MALIGNANT