Category Archives: RadioArt

Harold Schellinx – Très Grande Collage

For many years Harold Schellinx has been collecting snippets of tapes that had escaped from their cases for some reason and ended up alone and abandoned. If you listen to the restored tapes you can hear the dirt of the street, and if you try to go a little bit further you might even be able to listen into the past, and visualise it together with all its lost, decayed, disappeared or aged artefacts. Harold says: “ The TGC, the ‘Très Grande Collage’, is a fourteen hour chain of sound…

February -14 hours of found tapes- Harold Schellinx’s Très Grande Collage

During the month of February we transmit Harold Schellinx’s Très Grande Collage. On several days in the months you can tune in to fourteen hours of found tape sounds. Harold has been collecting snippets of tapes that had escaped the cases for some reason and ended up in the gutter, on the pavement, or as Harold says:”distinct magnetic audio tapes, some of them still more or less intact, but most of them reduced to clods, knots and wads, that I picked up from the shoulders of highways, from pavements and…

June Crawford – Garden.95 (A Little Light Goes On)

June Crawford says: Aluminum / Alabaster; Staircase made of plywood, thought I saw you on the street. I had a copy of Corinthians in the car with me. I called out across the lake but it didn’t make it, hit the end and came back to me alone. You looked like you were laughing. The civic rattled on the highway all the way home, wasn’t made for this winter and it’s showing. Crack in the windshield’s growing all the time. Emptied the bank for rent today, I don’t know how…

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…

Agnes Pé – Mitt Paté, Now It’s Christmas Time (This Year Again)

An amazing mild mix of sounds and christmas songs in this, yes it’s that time of year again episode of Mitt Paté. Agnès got rid of all the ear wurms. It is safe to listen. You will not come out damaged. The thirty minute mix is also like an open letter. I am afraid that it will never arrive. But you can help. Try to read and understand, and once you understand, you might want to support the idea. Owners and rulers of warehouses, shopping malls, cultural institutions, big office…

Agnès Pe – Mitt Paté #30, MP5

sparrows on the wooden floor of my balcony. bread crumbs. their beaks hit the boards. an empty honey jar next to the plants. wasps get drunk and lay motionless on the bottom. A grey day A day for a something A something to remember A something that hurts. Sounds live behind walls. the good thing about the internet is that it erases all the information of the non-internet world. a new era of great explorations draws near. Sounds live in headphones. mute. Playlist MITT PATÉ #30 MP5 UV – exp…

Alan Dunn & Derek Beaulieu – (drowned out by traffic noise): a, A Novel

Alan Dunn, based in Leeds, works with students, teaches and produces great works of sonic art. His students learn how to make radiophonic works, radio plays or plain sonic weirdness that after all is not that weird at all. Alan’s solo works and his work with students are regularly broadcasted by our radio station. For this production he teamed up with Derek Beaulieu. Also in a, A Novel Alan evokes the sehnsucht that was so typical of 1980s post-punk music in the UK. Other elements are added that will make…

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…

Dai Coelacanth – Love Station Yaba

Dare to listen. Dai to listen. Scraps, magnetic tape filth, hoarse voices, 21st century leaks, brutalist tapes, concrete footprints, yesterday’s news. A huge new collage, harsh sound poem by Dai Coelacanth. Your speakers never sounded so true to life. in Dai’s words “There’s something I forgot to tell you. It’s about a memory. The fair was in town and I was going to go with a neighbour … but she died in a horrific accident. Down by the river where the construction work is going on. New buildings for new…