wReck thiS meSS ~ Radio Patapoe 97.2 ~ Amsterdam
Ethno-Illogical Psycho-Radiographies: no. 221: Back on the Air with
Jazzed-up Anti-Military Sounds
Maandag, 23 Juni 2003 (17.00 to 19.00)
Port of Call > Marcos Fernandes 
Snake > Curd Duca 
Sun Salutations > Shiva Rea 
L'Envers du Temps > Arturo Parra 
Peak > Curd Duca 
Stereoisomerism 1 > Aphasia 
Star Dancing Exc. > Sydney Thompson 
The Clouds, To Whom Do They Belong > Hamilton, Silverton & Margolis 
Resonance Head > Gestalt 
Games > Headphone Science 
Sonic Carrier Pigeons > Radio Emits Itself 
Vent > Justin Bennett 
Albarad > Janek Schaefer 
Heeble > Hübsch, Van Beeber & Blonk 
Great American Marriage > Al Kooper 
Go Heitel > Hübsch, Van Beeber & Blonk 
Sonic Carrier Pigeons > Radio Emits Itself 
Echo Anita > Olga Lowina 
Media Tactique > A. Dontigny & Diane Labrosse 
Urantia > Mental Nomad 
Vox > Curd Duca 
Media Tactique > A. Dontigny & Diane Labrosse 
Bass, The Final Frontier > Tassilli Players 
I-Transmission > Bauchklang 
Wide Opening > Williams, Stevens, Fonda, Robertson & Sorgen 
Universal Radio exc. > Nina Hagen 
The Üblog Tide > Hübsch, Van Beeber & Blonk 
 "Hybrid Vigor" on Accretions <www.accretions.com> is a great
example of hybridized musical genres that come together as a cohesive
and organic form. A highly successful fusion of disparate sources and
influences. He grew up in a Portuguese-Japanese household. And that's
just the beginning. A disc of loud ambiences, news bites, freeform
jazz, creative manipulation of found sound, abstract electronica,
native rhythms, and mayhem. Highly recommended.
 "Waves" presumably on Milles Plateaux <www.milleplateaux.com>
although I have a CDR. Excellent exploration of the more
contemplative side of famed glitsch sampleophoneon from Vienna. How
does electronica handle the search for some kind of numinous personal
feeling. His most soul searching effort to date.
 "Yoga Sanctuary" on Sounds True <www.soundstrue.com> were
designed to give purpose, structure and motivation to yoga sessions.
Lives are easily filled with distractions. Hatha yoga is an ancient
holistic system that uses the body as the starting point to affecting
the physical, emotional, and spiritual aspects of our being.
 "Parr(a)cousmatique" on Empreintes Digitales <www.electro.cd> AP
is a Bogota Columbia-born composer and guitarist who here interprets
the works of 5 contemporary acousmatic composers which AP recomposed
as a piece for guitar and tape. This piece explores the nature of
time: "Time's linearity has broken up under the impact: It floats,
and so do we, contemplating the cities and their unending bustle as
if from above."
 "Aphasia" on Staalplaat. Brit Richard Johnson was born in
Abu-Dabi and produces sound collages consisting of on-site
recordings, electro-acoustic objects, analogue electronica,
instruments, noise, tape reels, old records, radios, and drum n' bass
to produce a kind of manipulated post-legitimate sonic reality.
 "Star Dancing: Latin America" on Dance Records, 1969. A record
for dancing with yourself in front of a broken mirror in an outfit
you wouldn't be caught dead in.
 "Analogue Smoque" on Pogus <www.pogus.com> is a strange double
disc of spoken word and freeform soundscaping. The narrator is
something of a prim fantabulist whose use of language spins a
wonderful aura of other worlds and strange perceptions in an even
stranger world. Silverton claims an interest in theosophy, and
"cryptorchidistics, i.e., state of non-descent." Hamilton is a
30-year vet of electronic music and proffers something called
"present-time listening" while Margolis is a man of many wigs, having
run Sound of Pig, a cassette label devoted to adventurous music into
the sky. He describes his music as "sound fingerpainting."
 "Distortion Future" on MS Records <m-s-@...
white noise distillations of ill-tempered sonic hurricanes.
Dissonance given shape and purpose just short of program music. Like
driving through a misty sour haze, a fog composed of dubious
 "We Remain Faded" on No Type <www.notype.com>. Deconstructive
strategies applied to rap, hiphop, film soundtrax, and poesie with
interesting if mixed results. Reminds me a bit of the mid-80s
experiments with parsed poetics, concrete poetry and early cut and
 "Radio Emits Itself" on b/art <ninplant@...
>. REI is
self-referential radio, psycho-radio-graphies, deep statical
archives, radio hypnosis, and unconscious radio dérives ... REI has
been performed 7 times and with each subsequent radio broadcast
performance, the morphed mix of worldwide radio sounds becomes
denser, deeper, and more far-reaching. REI is both a creative
project and an anthropological endeavor. It is a sound document that
will continue to collect ephemeral radio moments and will continually
recontextualize them in a creative collage style. The 3-CD set
encompasses a sonic mix that allows listeners to hear the sounds of
radio as if it were browsing the radio band of the entire world to
generate the ephemeral and vanishing voice of radio as global
soundscape, as worldwide tower of babel. It features hundreds of
pre-recorded radio samples and, on several occasions, an old dial
radio plugged into the soundboard that was utilized as a
freeform/chance musical instrument. The collage can best be
characterized as a pastiche of overlapping and intermingled radio
archival references funneled into the bandwidth of the host radio
station. It ultimately hopes to highlight both the under-valued
nature of radio as permanent [folk] document while continuing to
question the sonic aesthetic and content value of most radio. Radio
Emits Itself requires both - or either - deep listening or peripheral
 "Demolitions" on Spore <spore@...
>. What would
happen if you placed a small parcel of plastic explosives in Brian
Eno's record collection? The sound of imploding post-industrial home.
The rousing smell of nitro-glycerine. It is as if JB has implanted a
technique or device that can unravel, unmask, comment upon the sounds
as they are played.
 "Above Buildings" on Fat Cat <www.fat-cat.co.uk>. Is this the
sounds of a man wandering around various abandoned squares and
housing projects with a microphone dragging from his pant leg? Or is
he investigating the unconscionable living conditions of the average
housing project where humans are warehoused?
 "Imp Rovi Sors" on Kontrans <toondist.nl>. If god ever needs to
bewilder his flock he will hire Blonk & co. to head off the rabble at
the gates to heaven. Inspired meta-language for a new start. Very
interesting combination of abstract scat and conceptual Esperanto in
a mix of electronica revenge. When you hear this you seem to have
that strange audio-hallucinatory sensation that you are understanding
a foreign language. If aliens attempt to establish communication and
contact with use earthlings I nominate Jaap Blonk as our spokesman.
 "You Never Know Who Your Friends Are" on Columbia. AK most
famous for playing organ on Dylan's Blond on Blonde, was also in
Blood Sweat & Tears, before they went bad [i.e., after the second
album]. Slender almost tender voice in the middle of quaint
Vietnam-era American insanity [cover shows cops beating up Chicago
protesters in 1968] makes this record a weird, uncomfortable and
 "Het Beste Van Olga Lowina" on Telstar. Olga Helena Lowina van
Puttenmusters (1924-1994) was one sturdy dirndl-clad,
Wagnerian-operatic belter, who deep into her 60s was still able to
amaze people with her vocalizing prowess, an untutored singing voice
of crystal. They called her the "Nightingale with a Throat of Iron,"
but it wasn't all mastery and volume. Lowina was an artist, although
not everyone's idea of an artist. And Lowina was a pop star, an
unassuming one who loved giving audiences what they wanted:
pathos-drenched tearjerkers. Lowina's singing, gilded with an
obligatory healthy lungful of gymnastic yodel refrains, somehow found
its way into many Dutch hearts and ears. She came to prominence after
World War II during a time when all inspiration and longing was
fulfilled by other places-mostly North America. But there was also a
flat-land fascination for everything snow-covered-the Alps, Tirol. It
all seemed so peaceful and free there. This Dutch obsession inspired
a slightly fever-pitched yodel rage. Lowina was the perfect
unofficial Dutch tour guide to take money-strapped post-WWII
Lowlanders where they could ill-afford to travel. She also served as
the perfect soundtrack for returning mountain vacationers who wanted
to extend their vacation moods by a few days.In the 1990s, Lowina
continued yodeling despite being diagnosed with liver and kidney
cancer. At her memorial service, outside Rotterdam, where she lived
most of her life, mourners could view Lowina's signature red Tyrolean
hat placed on her casket with lying and were treated to her
"Droomland" (Dreamland) emerging from the crematorium's speakers. She
never got rich but she lived, in her own estimation, a charmed life.
And as people left the memorial service they heard her yodeling,
yodeling all the way to heaven: "Hola hola hola hie-tierie / Hola
hola hola hie-tierie." [Yodel-Ay-Ee-Oooo: The Secret History of
Yodeling Around the World (Routledge: New York / London]
 "Telepathie" on No Type <www.notype.com>. Actually one of the
best abstract conceptual discs I have received in some while. It
seems to regard the unused and discarded noise produced by radios as
fine raw material. It is a bit of adventurous sound seeking and
giving shape to collections of sound found in the cracks between
frequencies like there is some possibility for communicating with
spirits to be found there.
 "Mentallica and its Inhabitants" on Word Sound
<www.wordsound.com>. Deep in the subterranean outbacks among
Brooklyn's disgruntled sonic idealists there is some incredible if
densely nihilistic and dingy sounding dub going on. Mental Nomad
seems to be a youthful offspring of Laswellian ill-bient raised on
the consistent quashing of all-hope. This is a mental, spiritual, and
sonic dérive along the banks of the Gowanus Canal and through various
abandoned urban corridors where fantasy goes gothic and Mad Max.
 "Outer Space" on Universal Egg. One of the greatest dub records
devoted solely to the totally self-referential and self-involved
exploration and documentation of the sounds and sensations of dub.
Dub about dub
 "Jamzero" on Ecco Chamber <www.ecco.chamber.com> In a kind of
revamped DNA-warped version of doo wop a capella we have some
wonderful voice-based material with a lead vocalist whose voice
sounds too much like Sting's for comfort. Although they could be
samples, in that case they have done an amazing job to render this
voice less execrable. They are like the punk a cappella obverse of
Zap Mama. I could see them working together actually. They combine
dub, interesting mixing with doo wop, Sting-inflected vocals, street
corner ur-rap, chants in a psycho-electro-acoustic atmosphere where
people remain distinctive individuals and nationalities disintegrate.
 "When the Lost Becomes the Found" on Kali <www.kalirecords.com>
True non-noodling inspired improv. It does not arrogantly rule out
the enjoyment of the listener like some aspects of the farflung
improv genre that sometimes sounds like a philosophy PhD trying for
 "Ekstasy" on CBS 1985. NH is the best example of squandered
talent as she went out looking for her ET doppelganger and came back
empty-headed. I saw her live in NY around this time. It was one of
the worst concerts I ever saw. Th LA-session-men-like slick metal
guitar sounds were a painful declaration of war against my mind.
o What is the radio situation?: Radio Patapoe goes on unabated.
Meanwhile, Radio 100 hesitates and maneuvers as it readies to
re-enter the ether shortly. Meanwhile Patapoe has offered its
frequency to the other 2 stations [100 and Vrije Keyser] to use to
keep up the energy and momentum. Meanwhile, the inside gossip is that
the Dutch Congress has fairly nonchalantly and without qualm given
free radio stations the go-ahead to pursue and squat unused
frequencies, in effect, condoning a sonic equivalent of tolerated
culture [see prostitution and coffeeshops]. We are still pursuing the
possibility of having our status be legitimized and justified or even
recognized as important in a culture that professes some oddly
defined notion of individual and cultural/artistic freedom.
o My plans are to gather the incredible dossier of impassioned and
articulate letters I have thus far received [some 40] and print them
out and send them as hard copy to various important people in the
media and the government. Second, I plan to produce a radio show that
focuses on the work or interests of most of the letter writers. Some
are producers or musicians or label owners or
o American National Pride Day [this comes to me courtesy of Brad, an
American ex-pat living in France]
As we all know, the Taliban considers it a sin for a man to see a
naked woman, who is not his wife. So, this Saturday [presumably to
celebrate Independence Day] at 2:00 PM all American women are asked
to walk out of their house completely naked to help weed out any
Circling your block for one hour is recommended for this
anti-terrorist effort. All men are to position themselves in lawn
chairs in front of their house to prove they are not Taliban,
demonstrating that they think it's okay to see nude women other than
their wife and to show support for all American women.
And, since the Taliban also do not approve of alcohol, a cold 6-pack
at your side is further proof of your anti-Taliban sentiment. America
appreciates your efforts to root out terrorists and applauds your
participation in this anti-terrorist activity.
IT IS YOUR PATRIOTIC DUTY TO PASS THIS ON
o Wearing a Wire [courtesy of listen Siobhan Wall]
For privacy advocates, the idea of having a unique identifier on
everything they buy is a nightmare. If RFID readers become ubiquitous
- which RFID manufacturers bet they will - it could mean that every
time you pass by a reader, it could "talk" to your sweater and shoes.
Match up credit card records with your sweater's ID and presto: It's
a system for monitoring your every move.
o Plastic Pinkies Help Yakuza Sever Ties with Underworld [courtesy of
Carola Solomonoff <ontheqt@...
>, check out her On the QT, an
on-line crusade against local corruption among tri-state politicians
OSAKA -- For yakuza posed with the question of how to wash their
hands of the underworld for good an Osaka woman has got the answer
fingered --literally. Reams of gangsters who've given up being crooks
in favor of the straight and narrow are struggling to find legitimate
work in a Japan where it's become common for new unemployment records
to be set each month and employers have traditionally shown a
reluctance to hire mobsters even in good times.
Though it's possible to hide some of the trademarks of their one-time
profession -- "punch perms" are allowed to grow out, tattoos are
covered up -- gangsters are at a loss when it comes to dealing with
missing pinkies, a symbol of a yakuza who has severed the little
finger of his left hand to atone for some misdeed. But unlike many
other job-seekers in this age of information technology who've found
their way out of the dole queue by going digital, yakuza looking for
work are choosing to go digit.
And that's where Yukako Fukushima comes in. The 31-year-old
technician working at Osaka prosthetics manufacturer Arute is giving
hopes - and fingers -- to yakuza who've "washed their feet" of the
underworld, as local parlance has it.
A 37-year-old former Yakusa wiseguy cut off his left little finger in
front of his boss to show the remorse he felt for bungling
investments made on behalf of the gang. He left the underworld five
years ago and used a fake little finger to hide his past from a
would-be boss. As he works in a manual job, he's already had four
fake fingers to cope with the way they are quickly ground down
because he's constantly rubbing the fake digits against the stump of
what had been his real one.
o Rumsfield and Saddam: Once the Best of Friends [courtesy of Black
Sifichi and Jonno Sly <jonno.slysa@...
> from a site called
"Forgotten History" By Denis Mueller] If you're wondering WHY the
US/UK were so worried about Iraq's military capabilities
"In 1988, the war between Iraq and Iran had reached gruesome
proportions. Chemical warfare between the two counties shocked the
world. It was at this time the infamous gassing incident regarding
the Kurds happened. But in 1983, President Ronald Reagan turned to a
former secretary of defense to carry a hand-written letter to Saddam
Hussein saying the United States wanted to restore normal diplomatic
relations with Iraq. The man who carried the message was none other
than Donald Rumsfeld. Rumsfeld was the highest ranking official to
visit Baghdad in nearly six years. The meeting was cordial with
Saddam telling Rumsfeld Iraq was not interested in causing trouble in
the region and Rumsfeld commenting that the U.S. was interested in a
relationship with Iraq. The United States quickly informed Iraq's
neighbors that its defeat would not be in the United States' interest.
During this period, Iraq was desperately purchasing military hardware
from American firms. This went on with the total blessing of the
Reagan administration. Saddam was a busy shopper. He bought 60 Hughes
helicopters worth over $200 million. While all this was going on, the
UN issued a report about the allegations of Iraq's use of chemical
weapons. Rumsfield said nothing and the New York Times reported that
"American diplomats pronounce themselves satisfied with relations
between Iraq and the United States and suggest that normal diplomatic
ties have been resorted in all but name."
In May of 1984 Rumsfield resigned and, later that year, full
diplomatic relations were restored between the two countries. A
couple of years later, Rumsfield was testing the waters, regarding a
possible run for the presidency in 1988, and was pushing his
achievements in helping to re-open ties with Iraq. All of this was
occurring at a time when Saddam was gassing the Kurds.
What makes this important now is that, in 1984, Rumsfield was in a
position to condemn Saddam but said nothing. Furthermore, despite the
gassing of the Kurds and the use of chemical weapons, Rumsfield
viewed his work as one of his accomplishments. He could have asked
questions but he didn't.
At the time, Iran was viewed as a threat. So, anyone fighting Iran
was considered our friend. We knew about Saddam and what he was doing
quite well. He had murdered leftists and followers of Nasser, but
that was alright with us. So Saddam was a thug all along, the only
difference being that he was, at one time, our thug. His great crime
was to become an independent thug. The idea that this war is being
done for democracy is not at all connected with the past history of
the area. It is hard to believe."
[Sources. Washington Post / New York Times / Newly de-classified documents]
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