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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…

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 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…

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…

Radio On DNA by Rinus Van Alebeek

This thirty minutes show is built around a talk I (=Rinus Van Alebeek) had with Ben Roberts in Madrid. Instead of editing our conversation down to the format of an informative radio program about found sound, I decided to cut it up and mistreat it. I added snippets of music from my collection. Only one piece is played in its full length: maremotoreta by Magmadam, a duo from Madrid. All other sounds I found drifting around in the universe of the world wide web, a place, we should know by…