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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 doorway. They liked my tone. They said it was undecipherable. We had been on the planet for twenty years and had failed to establish ourselves. We were there. We were alive. We were regressing. Susan’s…

Dai Coelacanth – Pure Country Magic

“Are you just going round and round. There are better ways to travel. The captain struggled with his boots they were never happy. Ironic. As a boy they called him ‘lucky feet’. She was singing in town. Had a nice set of irregular talons. Nearly tore my face off. I had to stop the flow of blood with dirty leaves. Made me look like a tree creature. People pushed coins into my pocket. They didn’t think I would notice. I’m allergic to metal. It makes me sprout. March is a…

Dai Coelacanth – Nancy talks to the Crayfish

Nancy is back again. But who is she? Words. Phrases. Chants. Sounds from a distinct world. The Supremes…why? Follow Dai on his new adventure. In his own words: “Nancy was always forgetting who she was. Sometimes she thought she was a large caterpillar crawling along the surface of an apple. She was drowning in bad habits but she was good with eggs. Growths are growths. Rats are rats. Rats have been in my pocket. I’ve got nothing left but eggs. I was cutting my hedge with teeth. It’s Sunday morning….

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 illuminate you:“Last recording of 2018 and I say goodbye to my Cassette-corder TCM-150. The speaker was already broken. The microphone was bashed in. The motor was wheezing. And now there is nothing. It’s dead. I…

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. 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…

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 has a walkman. Other people have a smart phone. Both walk the streets and talk freely into a microphone. Both transmit messages. Dai makes cassette walkman art. And I wonder if he is the only…

Girls on Tape – Live at Noiseberg, Berlin

Girls on Tape is the collaborative moment between Jeff Surak and Rinus Van Alebeek. Whenever they meet there will be an opportunity to play live. This recording shows them in concert at Noiseberg in Berlin. No amplification, just plain use of various walkmen and their tapes they played an energetic set before a live audience. Adrian Shephard was there to record the show and take some pictures. Ed Pinsent says: “Two craftsmen arranging chaotic elements with care and deliberation, yet managing to do it in a live setting, which requires…

Dai Coelacanth – A French Corpse is a delicacy on Mars

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…