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  • ninplant@xs4all.nl
    wReck thiS meSS ƒ Radio Patapoe 97.2 ƒ Amsterdam Adventures in UNsound: no. 179 Metaphysical Popcorn Maandag, 22 April 2002 (17.00 to 19.00) ƒ ƒ ƒ ƒ
    Message 1 of 1 , May 7, 2002
      wReck thiS meSS ƒ Radio Patapoe 97.2 ƒ Amsterdam

      Adventures in UNsound: no. 179 > Metaphysical Popcorn

      Maandag, 22 April 2002 (17.00 to 19.00)

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      Soundchecks > Paul Panhuysen [1]
      The New American Credo Section 1 > Julie Haydon Nathan [2]

      "That all one has to do to gather a large crowd in NY is to stand on
      the curb a few moments and gaze intently at the sky." George Jean

      Mar562001 > Cray [3]
      Echo Jodel > De Migras [4]
      New York > Jose Padua [5]
      Wdd56-Broadband > Cray [3]
      The New American Credo Section 2 > Julie Haydon Nathan [2]

      "That when a drunken man falls he never hurts himself." George Jean Nathan

      Raw Components > Paul Panhuysen [1]
      Strange Dreams > Jose Padua [5]

      "That there is a strange and mysterious difference between people who
      live in Manhattan and people who live in Brooklyn." George Jean Nathan

      Bloom > Accelera Deck [6]
      Skip Hip Hop > Paul Panhuysen [1]
      Jago Sonewale [Bhoot Bungla] > Kishore Kumar [7]
      Stalin > Paul Panhuysen [8]
      The New American Credo Section 3 > Julie Haydon Nathan [2]

      "That the only magazines one can ever find in doctors' waiting rooms
      are 3 years old." George Jean Nathan

      Spann > Mikael Stavostrand [6a]
      Mr. Bean > Paul Panhuysen [1]
      The New American Credo Section 4 > Julie Haydon Nathan [2]

      "That all insane people insist that they are sane." George Jean Nathan

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      [1] "Paul Panhuysen & the Mexican Jumping Beans" on Het Apollohuis
      <apollohs@...> out of Eindhoven, NL where he used to also run
      a performance space for unusual performance. Shelley Hirsch among
      many others performed there and appeared on his lable. This is weird
      beyond someone trying to be so for effect. This is nerd weird,
      fascinating weird, electro-acoustic weird, and hypotically engaging
      especially if you read the acocmpanying liner notes as written by
      Herman de Vries and some by PP himself. The story is he goes to
      Mexico to do a sound installation of his long strings and along the
      way discovers the Mexican Jumping Beans being sold in mexico city's
      markets. He buys some, brings them home and then lets them do their
      own soft shoe, tap dance and break dancing on a 'stage' PP designs
      esepcially for the beans! The bean: "in the flowers of the mexican
      tree, sebastiana pavoniana of the wolfs-milk species euphorbiaceae,
      the butterfly species, laspeyresia saltitans drops her eggs. Then the
      hatched larvae crawl into the youngest seeds and eats them. But the
      shell remains tight around the larva and it weaves a tissue inside
      it... lying in the sun it gets too hot for the larva and it tears at
      the tissue and bean jumps as a result..." HdV "I started to
      experiment with them. In the past I've often worked with animals,
      with birds, crickets and goats. I also use sensors, timers,
      solenoids, motors, galvanometers, solar cells, and oscillators to
      produce sounds. In my music I introduce both creatures and gadgets as
      independent and sometimes unpredicatble musicians and fellow
      employees. I like to be surprised... like to understand what's
      happening and what i'm doing here. ... There are four different
      pieces. For each recording I put 16 jumping beans in 8 containers..."

      [2] "The New American Credo: A Contribution Toward the Interpretation
      of the National Mind" on Folkways is the words of theatre critic/fop,
      George Jean Nathan, read and interpreted by his wife and actress
      Julie Haydon-Nathan. A prolific author with a smirking and pithy,
      satirical tone who actually reminds me a little of the Round Table
      people like Dorothy Parker... Very good at getting at the nut of US
      human nature, the American zeitgeist. These 488 pithy zen koan-like
      sayings written in the 1920s are "articles in the faith of the
      American people, basic assumptions from which many of their higher
      rational processes take root." It was meant to clarify what it is
      that makes an American an American, gloss and warts and all... and
      NAC does...

      [3] "Undo" on Bip_Hop <ip@...> Cray is Ross Healey from
      Australia. This is a disc that seems to take its inspiration from a
      radio that refuses to be tuned, a radio that cannot tune in a
      station, and so what you get is a world inbetween meaning and
      nonsense, between and abstract and the desire to make sense of
      things. It is not easy to listen to because it sounds like somewhere
      between Hendrix on transistor radio, Pierre Henry fleeing melody but
      not totally successfully. These are manipulated field recordings
      [where? some magnetic fields, no doubt!] where the field disappears
      and the musician does too as the sound begin to converse with one
      another, autonomously, to the delight of Healey.

      [4] "Weer in Tirol" [In Tyrol Again] on Bovem Negram vinyl. What
      Weird Al Yankovic was to pop, de Migras are to yodeling, enjoyable
      and funny parodies of this already much maligned genre. But at its
      worst, yodeling could use a little humor to set it straight again and
      the Migras were just the shit-detectors to do the trick like Firesign
      Theatre rejects in lederhosen!

      [5] "My Tongue is a Red Carpet I Only Roll Out For You" on Alibi 13
      is a compilation of "best" live spoken word performers. JP is really
      the only interesting writer on here although some of the others are
      tending toward rhyming rap stand-up comedy. The problem with spoken
      word is that it is rarely as good as poetry, as funny as stand up
      comedy or as entertaining as ... well, entertainment. It is a little
      bit like what the band the Cars were to punk -- not new wave, not
      punk, not pop... JP is that rare poet who goes deep and yet manages
      to ruffle feathers at the surface as well. He is like Muhammed Ali's
      famed rope-a-dope trick. As he is regaling you with humorous snippets
      and snipes from his happy-go-unlucky days in NY you suddenly find
      your laughter going deeper and darker. Think of Groucho Marx reading
      Charles Bukowski with a pint of Jack Daniels within a desperate
      thrust of arm away.

      [6] "Bip-Hop Generation [v.5] on Bip-Hop <www.bip-hop.com> out of
      Marseille is a meticulously constructed series of adventurous
      electronica that combines experiment and danceability, the notion
      that interesting research into sound does not mean un-entertaining.
      It has included some of the best of the experimenters who are still
      interested in the rhythms that make people move in [un]predictable
      ways. This one includes Andrew Duke ["More Destructive Than
      Organized" on Staalplaat] from Canada, Tonne from the UK,
      Rechenzentrum from Germany who do "maladjusted electronica", and
      D'Iberville from France. I played here a lovely piece by American
      Accelera Deck who is from Birmingham / Grand Rapids, Michigan! Proof
      that anything can now happen anywhere! AD has been "active in
      obscurity for years" and here presents a piece of crystal clear
      beauty. <atf@...>. And I played a piece by Mikael
      Stavosand <mitek@...> from Sweden. He is a sound artist and
      runs a label. He combines "minimal techno" and "deconstructed sounds."

      [7] "Hits of Kishore Kumar" on Angel Records. Kishore Kumar: "his
      voice wrapped its magic around India" Kishore Kumar was a polymath, a
      Jack of many trades, funnyman, serious actor, script writer,
      director, composer and as the liner notes on this album note "the
      only filmsinger who has yodelled his way into the hearts of the
      younger set." And in one film, "Door Gagan Ki Chhaon Men" for
      instance he outdid any Woody Allen or David Lynch by writing the
      script, producing and directing, playing the main character, writing
      the score and then singing all the songs himself. He is second only
      to Dilip Kumar as far as his fame as a film singer goes.

      [8] "Paul Panhuysen & the Galvanos" on Het Apollohuis
      <apollohs@...>. This is another very serious and yet highly
      engaging CD that when you read the process and source of some of the
      material [dot matrix printer, fibonacci series modulo 7, long string
      installation, people humming too softly to hear one another, a tape
      from Tuli Kupferberg of a woman uttering things in a car, aviary
      birds, grandmother clock] and on this piece "from a series of 20
      78rpm records of J. Stalin addressing a committee...in 1937. Paul de
      Marinis found these in Tallinn, Estonia and PP bought them. ...
      Stalin's voice proves to be melodious and persuasive in tone..."

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      Small Wrecks:
      - A professor at the State U. of NY in Buffalo believes that soon
      butterflies can be genetically tinkered with to the point that they
      will be able to carry logos and ads on their wings.

      - Meanwhile a British firm is about to begin offering the families of
      recently deceased members a fee to allow them to put small billboards
      on gravestones.

      - And this forwarded by DJ <dmandl@****> of the Brooklyn
      Psychogeographical Association: in USA TODAY "Ad tattoos get under
      some people's skin, Boxers get paid to plaster messages on their

      "...advertisers are exploring their final frontier: ad 'tattoos' on
      human bodies. Tonya Harding, Todd Bridges and Danny Bonaduce sported
      temporary tattoos for online casino Golden Palace in Fox's recent ...
      highly rated Celebrity Boxing show... middleweight champion Bernard
      ''The Executioner''Hopkins, [has also] worn the casino's Internet
      address on his back in bouts. NBA star Rasheed Wallace was approached
      to wear ad tattoos last season, but his agent passed. The idea of
      athletes using their bodies to promote companies is attracting a
      growing number of critics."

      "'It's frightening that advertisers would literally brand people,''
      says Gary Ruskin, director of consumer watchdog group Commercial
      Alert. ''It's a perfect example of commercialism: that everything
      should be for sale, including the skin on a person's back.' But
      athletes counter that body billboards are a free-speech issue. Much
      of the criticism is just sour grapes, says Bridges, 37, former star
      of 'Diff'rent Strokes'. 'It's free enterprise. If somebody had
      thought of it before Golden Palace, they'd have done it.' Madison
      Avenue is wary, but ''looking at'' ad tattoos as a new medium, says
      Lisa Donohue, strategy director at media services firm Starcom.

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      - in something related, I wrote something for the Dutch equivalent of
      High Times in response to the question of what drugs will be like in
      the year 2050. It appeared in January 2000 in Highlife, NL and now
      appears in both Dutch and English on their website:

      Drugs in the Year 2050

      by bart plantenga

      The CONSUMPTION of all sanctioned experience will be fully intact by
      the year 2050. All consciousness will be colonized, all parks
      privatized, and all excursions into altered states of consciousness
      will be guided by officially-sanctioned tours.

      The blood vessels will have been redesigned in the manner of optic
      fibers and virtual links. They will carry the same billboards as
      paved traffic arteries and concrete highways used to. There will be
      speed bumps [drempels] consisting of clogged arteries that will slow
      the circulation of blood so that all endorsements and advertisements
      will have time for proper absorption. Heart bypasses will allow
      advertisers a second bonus shot at target audiences for auditory,
      gustatory, olfactory and all other sensory markets and allow the
      proper infusion of various designer bio-chemicals - pseudoadrenaline,
      megapheromones, andro-morphines - to enhance various moods that in
      turn aggrandize consumptive behavior. Further, oxygen inhaled by
      consumers will be tagged with extra sensory molecules to enhance
      subliminal decision-making.

      The only ones exempted from induction into this world community of
      consumption [where freedom - "fight for your right to party" - will
      be a fetishistic consumable strategically placed on the same store
      shelves as escapist technologies and alternative vision enhancement
      devices] will be some renegades, freebooters, partypoopers,
      synaesthetic engineers, neural hotwiring technicians, wanderers, and
      various invisibles who fall off the demographic blueprints. Some of
      them will have richer lives because of this exterior status while
      others will resent their exclusion from the marketplace and will
      create parallel black markets of knock-off somas.

      The basic societal dynamic will consist of bipolar and binaural
      bifurcations between all phenomena: good-bad, black-white,
      coke-pepsi, for-against, all-nothing, and us-them. The dynamic will
      have a biannual cycle of anxiety-enhancing style-image turnover -
      what was once out will now be in. But within these air-tight binary
      systems will develop exotic-seeming fractal mutations that upon the
      moment of consumption will be absorbed into the ocean of binary

      The basic "drugs" of escape/obliteration/awareness will remain, and
      continue to psychoactively perform like wallpaper, automaat snack
      food, or supermarket muzak - so there as to be invisible. Old drugs
      (with all those now-nostalgicized and perpetually-romanticized
      dangerous insertions) will continue to function in much the same way
      bicycles do despite the introduction of the automobile, pencils are
      still used despite the introduction of the typewriter, and weed is
      still consumed despite the introduction of designer drugs.

      All life will be a pseudo-struggle of seemingly-conflicting
      lifestyles clearly delineated by various logos, gangs and
      style-manifesto TV shows and glossies. One will gain one's esteem or
      consumed dignity from one's aptitude for synthesizing various
      necessary binary loyalties. How many ways can you wrap the flag
      around your body? How many ways can you distinguish yourself with
      your hairstyle from one group as part of another?

      Mind-alteration choices, like all others, will either be in the zero
      family (0.1, 0.2, 0.21 ...) or the one family (1.00, 1.1, 1.11,
      1.112) an infinite subset of permutations that still lead to 0 or 1.
      No less essential than flavors of jam or the height of one's boot
      heels or the rich blueness of one's weed smoke. An Ajax fan in
      Enschede may be of the 1.1116 variety but he is still an Ajax fan
      (1.0). This will give everyone the delusional dignity of choice,
      everyone will continue to swim in the grey amniotic neither-nor, the
      manageable middle, dreaming of danger and heroic actions while
      maintaining one's verifiable pattern of choices and loyalty schemata.
      The basic drugs are aligned and placed on store shelves to further
      exacerbate the anxiety necessary to create a dynamic economyŠ [THE

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      - And this in from reader <ptulin@******>: AGITPROP NEWS: 3.20.2
      <subscribe-agitprop@...>.The following article appeared
      in the March 2002 issue of 'Mass Dissent,' the newsletter of the
      Massachusetts chapter of the National Lawyers Guild: "If we were to
      write the truth about recent U. S. history, it might read something
      like this: The spoiled son of the former head of the secret police,
      having failed at everything else in life, runs for U. S. President.
      Since it appears he might not win, his brother, the governor of a
      large state, throws a bunch of votes his way by disenfranchising
      thousands of African- American voters. The Supreme Court, pals of his
      dad, put their stamp of approval on the process. The politicians of
      both political parties agree that we must put this all behind us for
      the good of the country.

      The President assembles a cabinet that includes a general who got his
      start by covering up the Mai Lai Massacre in Vietnam. His Attorney
      General is so hated in his old Senatorial district that he actually
      lost his last election to a corpse. (He is now engaged in a campaign
      to drape the breasts on statuary in Government buildings.)

      When the new gang gets to Washington, they immediately reward
      themselves and their rich pals with a trillion dollars in stolen tax
      money. They then set about the task of the serious long-term plunder
      of the country.

      They were all having a swell time when two jet airliners slam into
      the symbol of US financial power - World Trade Center - and the
      symbol of military power, the Pentagon. Fearing attack, the President
      immediately took off for parts unknown - a reprisal of his role
      during the Vietnam War (which would have been fine - if done out of
      principal instead of cowardice.)

      The Mayor of New York actually stayed in town and showed up at the
      site of the disaster, therefore he was immediately proclaimed a hero.
      Prior to this he was mostly known for supporting police violence,
      harassing the poor and homeless and chasing artists off the steps of
      the Metropolitan Museum. He proceeded to see if he could have himself
      declared mayor again.

      The hijackers were apparently Arab. Though there was no declaration,
      war was immediately declared on Afghanistan - although none of the
      hijackers were Afghani. Evil was denounced. Howdy Doody strode the
      fields of Crawford, Texas threatening to git the varmints. AFL-CIO
      officials promptly stepped forward to pledge allegiance in the
      employer's mission for mutual slaughter of the working class. The
      most advanced military machine in the world then proceeded to bomb
      the most backward - spending billions of dollars to turn rubble into
      finer rubble. Heroes again. The purpose of this was to kill a
      terrorist originally promoted by the U.S. But, after a few weeks that
      was all forgotten. Like the anthrax scare. Like the pipeline that the
      oil companies wanted to build across Afghanistan if they could only
      get a stable government in place. Having proven their prowess on the
      field of battle, the politicians are now bickering over what country
      should be the next target. Here at home they are celebrating this new
      victory for freedom with the establishment of military tribunals and
      a discussion of the benefits of torture. . ."

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      * "plus another few hundred when it hits the BSI list!" Ezra

      Send all sound material for airplay and review to:
      Wreck This MeSS
      Radio 100 / Radio Patapoe
      bart plantenga
      Zeilstraat 23 / II
      1075 SB Amsterdam
      the Netherlands

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      Some of my playlists have begun appearing regularly in 3am Magazine
      <http://www.3ammagazine.com> under the title "Radiophotogram: Visual
      Radio". Also posted is a depth-of-focus interview with Judy Nylon.

      "For a more international, commercial feel, try 3am Magazine. . . .
      The cosmopolitan, rive gauche quality of the site is wonderfully
      obvious. From 'cutting edge short fiction' to political satire and
      music reviews, 3am is a dream publication for the young, literary and
      clued-up, and it counter-balances nicely the London/New York
      publishing behemoth." * Bill Broun, The Times (Monday April 30 2001).

      "Cool ezine 3am is worth taking a look at for a dip into the edgier
      waters of literature on the net." * Michelle Pauli, The Guardian

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