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Agnes Pé – Mitt Paté Number 25

This is episode 25 of Agnes’ series of mixes wherein music hallucinates its own existence and dreams of its future. It is a joyous new show, this celebrative moment. All the windows are open. Sunlight streams in. The last residues of last night’s tear gas tickle the trees and the birds: coughing birds, crying birds, birds that laugh through their tears. The King awakes and looks at his city: splendid city, golden flags and open windows everywhere. His crown still doesn’t fit. Agnes dances around in her room, dances around…

Agnès Pe – Mitt Paté (Revolution)

The past and the future are like a blank canvas. You can put as many colors and images and abstract designs on it as you like. You can repeat this every day again, and every day the past and the future will look different. In a hypothetical past designs and icons, ideas and legends, belief systems and people had the power to give sense and guidance to individuals, a community or a population. In a hypothetical future none of this will happen anymore. In a hypothetical here and now, I…

Mitt Paté by Agnès Pe – Sales!

– explosions in the suburb – aircycling with ET – a ventriloquist suffers from hyperventilation – dinosaur dance in a nike commercial – the lovely rubber alien who lives in the bubblegum machine – gps for cocks – and then, on the way home, lost in thoughts, the streets lose their way, walk, think, dream talk, the night goes the other way, no time to say goodbye, the entrance to the flat, the entry hall is a desolate place, the headphones are the only safe place, sleepwalk up the stairs…

Mitt Paté #22 by Agnès Pe – War on Christmas

This is cruel, dear listener. It is as cruel as eating murdered animals or celebrating the birth of a kid who escaped from genocide. It is as cruel as christmas decoration and as cruel as being crucified by ISIS. This is an example of bad taste. It tastes as bad as spending millions with your blessed credit card. It tastes as bad as all the shows you see on TV or the songs you are forced to listen to in the shopping streets of your town. This is sickening. It…

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…