Patapoe Serieus Je Maintiendrai
Actualiteitenprogramma te beluisteren elke Donderdag van 13:00 tot 14:00 via het beste radiostation van Nederland www.radiopatapoe.nl .
00:00 onderwerpen
01:20 poging tot kort shownieuws
02:28 musea Amsterdam vogelvrij
03:12 ook Tiësto bedreigd
05:55 griffie maakt fouten rond lokale mediaconcessie
07:35 Groot Wassink genoemd
10:12 haarvaten van burgers buiten grachtengordel
10:44 uitdager POA heeft John de Mol in Comité van Aanbeveling
14:50 advocaat vertelt over martelkampen in Libië
17:30 geen verschil kampen overheid of smokkelaars
21:04 politie verkoopt vluchtelingen voor afpersing en slavernij
23:14 parallel met gijzeling vluchtelingen door maffia
27:40 Stedelijk zoekt directeur
30:40 kandidaat moet loyaal en eerlijk zijn
32:38 angst regeert bij gemeente
36:00 kranten willen niet over hedendaagse kunst schrijven
41:00 hoe is het met de Sea-Watch?
48:42 Van der Pekbuurt moet als eerste van het gas af
54:15 milieu heeft er helemaal geen baat bij
58:45 gekozen voor minste optie: een-tweetje Ymere-Nuon
Lyrics/Poetry: Kati Fado
Music: Kuba Dykert/Kati Fado
Visuals: Julian Jansen/Kati Fado
Lyrics/Poetry from the book Aphasia by Kati Fado:
she, who nobody heard
happily non-existent, stopped at the invisible shore, vibrates
disembodied. inaudible bells. in the silence deserts (her) wildness (and) sleepy
she enters inside of herself. this night is full of X-rays, overexposed - in the distance, are smoldering
covered with quilts - especially calm, laced with the longing (.) tiny waves,
the returns. in the stopped-frames belated fishing of celestial, spherical bodies. in spite of we are
almost alive, dancing among the laughing blades. after all – the seagulls
they lift the weight, they giving back to the salty fogs this (un)fulfilled transparency.
Alice and sisters
the moon as the blind nib was entering choking smoke. behind the fuzzy barn,
church or the vision of blackening construction - Alice was clapping her hands
full of butterflies, toys from the attic, and this hooting
behind her head belonged to the other time. to the slimy land hungry of phantoms emerging from
swamps. there we were waiting, tangled by willow
weeping, and our braids were scratching the sky. someone arrived.
someone covered with cloak the stars and with the last sigh saliva leaked
on the sleeve. the undercut wings were smoldering quietly. we gave back to ghosts
burned crops, havoc and fear. in broken windows next strike of bells,
the return of this men with bestial, oily face. these hands on the torn dresses - this singing
of swans - tarry, sinister. so, this the way the skin is removed
of lambs. falling in stopped-frames. smoked too early.
the haunted manor the house of the Bad Lord
to this house you come from the basement.
there, in jars with formalin shoot fingers of infants. as metro-
nom introduces silent killers in non-tact - metallic and liquid
as plasma. no splash. no pardon. the butler with eyes of gas
leads shadows of riders into the room of worms. there, each spreads
its own bill - unregulated.
to this window you peek from under the ground.
there, birds chat elegies with no boundaries. from clouds hang screens,
further shifts displayed in digitals - full automatic, the dust in mouth.
someone let go a tie at the edge of life. it isn’t that they don’t know your
name, there everyone has the code on face. saved with the ribbons of acids
insatiable with blood.
to this chimney you fall from the sky.
there are all the sparks - of memory when you were a child - without
Santa Claus. when you prayed for a few cherries from lips of that girl
which wasn’t from The Angels. she stuck a thorn in your eye, and then
rolled on - smooth and dark – that’s all. the whole evil.
there is too crowded, no one get out
but still they ask.
the golem
slob. In the gloomy earth I draw the story – shot exploded thoughts
through the back of occiput, err and wonder between the insight and stupor,
sleepiness at the ready. I’m standing on one leg, the wind is yanking me as a blind
hen. the seed got another one. the fifth wall grew up, seven miracles
soaked in plaster, mushroom. The narcotic flight will begin. unwanted parade
of avatars and I do not know from which I should start to count
the watermarks in the back of enemy - still in April blizzard. cuts
heads. the red and the ocher spill over the mouth. bitterness
has a taste of the material from I make the golem. I’m putting in his teeth
a toilet paper. a chip with the mating period I put in his ear,
I'm taking him to the bedroom. we are dreaming of a better tomorrow. the plaster
is falling, the roof tiles are cracking, the magnetic cards. the pull, the attraction
and the greed. we get rich trough inadvertency. leaks night. In the fifth wall grows a hole
after an atomic bomb - this is the way went - the soul. robbed light years
and now - nothing comes out anymore. although witnesses say:
blood will clot, bones will grow.
it will get hot again.
We live in clouds ::: a show with and about the hyperactive tape-saurian Rinus Van Alebeek who blows up the Church Stream with hissing, humming and analogue clicks and cuts, found footage and fieldrecordings and and and.
the 3rd part of tape music and performance
half of the church is in the mix from his mother country,
to listen to more Mr. Alebeek stuff just visit the Internet archive and type his name in the search engine. D.I.Y. Church is a weekly Live Radioshow - the online archive is here & its audible when live broadcasting ░▒░HERE░▒░. Every show the Church shares the freedom of speech with a special guest: A musician, performer, visual artist, collector, scientist, real men & no life... He/She/it presents his/her/its references and work issues in relation with a chosen theme. http://diy-church.blogspot.com
Welcome Home In Hyperspace Where Hunabku Loves.. In Lakesh.. darkpsy.. forest.. psytrance.. hitech.. Mexico..
Compiled By JokerFox, released April 10, 2014, Audio Masterring By Sanathana
http://www.popolvuhrecords.com
Miss Papelón Kifesh is the creator of the theme and organization.___'‘Papelón Kifesh'' It will be the introduction for this new Global Fusion event. Let’s share together this essential meaning of Global music. To create and develop more events with the collective of people and musicians who really know the core of the music. But also the history, and the roots of our rhythm of the music. The reason why I have chosen for the theme ''Papelón Kifesh'' is; because Global Fusion music has so many influences, that the rhythm inspires me very deeply. The journey through South America and Africa brought me closer to the music. Not the commercial side of music, but the people with their beautiful smiles, knowledge and love for the essential traditional music. Like live music playing in the streets, on national cultural parties, during ceremonies,etc. It is my challenge, my wish and my hope to develop this event around the core of Global music in a collective new style recreation; the name of the organization was ‘’El Disfrute Colectivo Del Papelón'' But the new name of the organization since march 2018 is: ''Papelón Kifesh’
Theirs is a world of hidden machine music, amplified by homemade pick-ups, shining 16-bit threads of melody and zen-like process music, mingling performance and playfulness. Very much our sort of thing.
ALL TRACKS ARE WRITTEN & PRODUCED BY SADRA HEMATI WITH EXCEPTION OF: TRACK 06 VOCALS BY NAZEM AL-GHAZALI, TRACK 07 IS SOME TURKISH TRADITIONAL SONG I DO NOT KNOW THE NAME OF TRACK 08 WRITTEN & PRODUCED BY KAI NOBOKU, TRACK 12 VOCALS WRITTEN AND PERFORMED BY SINA KHANI, TRACK 15 VOCALS BY PITBUL&LIL JON, TRACK 18 WRITTEN BY AVISHAI COHEN
MANY THANKS TO MARISKA HEMATI, ROBIS KOOPMANS, KAI NOBOKU, SINA KHANI, GIEL BOTTENBERG (QEDQUBIT). JOACHIM VAN BRAKEL, CARL ALEXANDER, KISHAN BISHAMBAR, SORENA KHORASANI AND OF COURSE ALL OF MY WONDERFUL ALTER EGO'S.
TO ORDER THE PHYSICAL CD (10,- euros 50 copies available) PLEASE CONTACT MY MANAGER: kienderjahr@gmail.com
2018 LOGOSAMPHIA PRODUCTION: ALL TRACKS PRODUCED ON PASSION FRUIT AND MANGOSTEEN. ABSOLUTE GUARANTEE THAT NO KIWIS WERE HARMED DURING THE PRODUCTION OF THIS ALBUM.
Garçon Taupe - The White Spider. Taken from the upcoming 12inch EP The White Spider on Gooiland Elektro (ET055 / Gooiland 30). Expected late September. More information here: www.enfant-terrible.nl
Video by Schone Vormen.
Arma Agharta is the sound performer and promoter from Lithuania. In 2018, celebrating 20 years of involvement in the worldwide DIY music scene, going on the big world tour, starting from Europe and heading towards North and South Americas, Southeast Asia and Australia.
music and video by P. Mikhaylov ( feat. F. Lugin as a mask )
entire piece performed on LYRA-8 organismic synthesizer by SOMA Lab - www.somasynths.com
moscow 2017
