wReck thiS meSS ~ Radio Patapoe 97.2 ~ Amsterdam
Ethno-Illogical Psycho-Radiographies: no. 279: Disassembled Elvis
streaming via internet: <http://freeteam.nl/patapoe/
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The Hague's free radio station is 10 years old
17 January 2005 / 17-19.00
"We don't murder. We kill."
* Lee Marvin in "The Big Red One"
45% of American married people named their car as the most important
single thing in their lives.
Only 6% named their children. 32% have personal names for their cars.
14% of the men
actually buy Valentine's Day presents for their cars.
* Study by Progressive Insurance Company, 2003
Dreamspin > Wende Bartley 
Loonscape > Galaxy 
Panagea > Wende Bartley 
Jezebel > Zeena Parkins vs Ikue Mori 
Dream River > Lynn Book vs Tatsu Aoki 
Ghostlake > Zeena Parkins vs Ikue Mori 
Priestess Aria > Wende Bartley 
My Way > Elvis Presley
Heartbreak Hotel > The Snobs
Jailhouse Rock > The Residents
Dress in Black > Them
There's A Guy Works Down the Truckstop Swears He's Elvis > Kirsty McColl
Baptize Me Over Elvis's Grave > Flies on Fire
Don't Be Cruel > Otis Blackwell
Don't Be Cruel > Elvis Presley
Mystery Train > Little Junior's Blue Flames
Straight A's in Love > Johnny Cash 
Stagger Lee > Lloyd Price
Train of Love > Johnny Cash 
Bolero > Jeff Beck 
Placenta Compressa > Morceaux de Machines 
Call 911 > Jane Gilday 
When I Was One-and-Twenty [Housman] > Eddie Woods 
The Cobblestone is the Weapon of the Proletariat #1-3 > Leif Ellgren 
Green My Envy > Eddie Woods 
Insinuations > Eddie Woods 
The January Man > Bert Jansch 
Track Cut 2 > Ikue Mori vs DJ Olive 
Climb Ev'ry Mountain > Jack First Band 
North is Protected > Leif Ellgren 
Blueprint for Aural Cathedrals > Judy Nylon vs Stuart Argabright & Chuck Hammer
Placenta Compressa > Morceaux de Machines 
 "Musicworks 90: Exploration in Sound" on Musicworks
<www.musicworks.ca>. WB's work here is an exploration of what she
calls "sound dreaming through the medium of the recorded and
processed human voice. Don't let THAT deter you however. Pretty
hauntingly beautiful. Intrepid and enduring series.
 "Loons" on Galaxy Music , 1998. A bunch a loons standing
knee-deep in lake water yodeling and complaining about their lives or
maybe the hackneyed new age soporific symphonic strains.
 "Phantom Orchard" on Mego <www.mego.at>. Two of the most
relentlessly experimental of [female] experimenters. Interesting
synthesis of organic and digitalised sources. Something verging on
spectral and a kind of makeshift respite from undesired noise
pollution. Top 30+ for 2004. I keep returning to this one.
 "Strange Familiar" on BOOKish. Lynn Book is an extraordinary
mellifluous extension of extended vocals, who combines wit and
fervor, exploration and extrapolation beyond the drama queen Diamanda
Galas into new areas of avant cabaret. She will be one of my guests
during my second grand evening of yodeling at the Bowery Poetry Club
on May 7. She will also accompany me and provide yodelistic
tendencies at my reading at the KGB Club in NY on May 3. Be
forewarned. Expect the unexpected sonic confabulations
 "The Very Best of the Sun years" on Metro <www.
unionsquareusic.co.uk>. Comparing this to the Rick Rubin
resuscitations of JC I have to stick with the originals. Sadly, my
partner always tries to buy me CDs I would never buy for myself. She
bought me the "Unchained" Rubin-Cash gig. There is something
painfully annoyin almost sycophantic about it. I REALLY wanted to
like it to especially after reading an interview with Rubin, where he
seemed genuine and rootful but go for this stuff instead.
 "Truth / Beck-Ola" on Epic vinyl. I keep testing my old old faves
to see if they hold up under the grinding cruel inertia of time. In
some ways he does. There is something visceral and pure pre-punk
about his playing style that allowed it to be imbued with raw
innocence and verve
 "Estrapade" on No Type <www.notype.com>. This noise concrete
ensemble have a maximalist approach that borders between ecstatic and
annoyance. It is like that TV show where nerds operate radio-powered
robots in gladiator battles, at some point we begin to wonder which
is which Exuberant snuffing in noise.
 "14 Recordings" on Gilday. "Just call 911 for my fucking ordinary
life" Somewhere between Tom Robinson, Dave Edmunds, this
crafts[wo]man, former male lead of the legendary American The The,
has a melodic fragility that edges into satisfying bewildered
bitterness - the best mixed emotion of all great pop.
 "Dangerous Precipice" on Ins & Outs <metal.dragon@...
well-enunciated and well-thought-out rants of a man who has much left
to say and will no doubt go on saying it in a way that makes the
notions and hopes of the 1960s-70s seem dangerously avant. Do not
tangle with his couplets, do not touch his sacred cows, he will bite
your head off and spit it out in a way that is so charming that you
will gratefully dine on this delicacy in a flash and all while
dressed in diaphanous formal wear. Under-appreciated post-beat
 " The Cobblestone is the Weapon of the Proletariat"
<www.fireworkeditionrecords.com>. LE is an amazing audio
conceptualist reminding me in certain visceral and contemporary
reincarnated ways of Joseph Beuys. Don't ask me why - something about
the meeting of iconoclasm and myth, the dynamic dispute between
intellect and anarchy. Ritle comes from a stat by Russian artist Ivan
Shadr, sound material for "the ten cobblestone songs is from one
recording made while throwing a cobblestone [once!] on the street
outside Firework Edition, Stockholm, June 15, 2001.
 "Now Then After: The City in the 21st Century" produced by
Stuart Argabright [Voodooists]. Genius and still unreleased sonic
architecture that bids adieu to making sense of our reality.
 "Moonshine" on Reprise, 1972. "And the January man / Comes round
again in woollen clothes / And boots of leather / To take another
turn and walk along / The icy he knows so well"
 "The sound of Music a Gogo" Studio 33. A replica of an
imitation of a rip off of a cover. This manages to sound like
intelligent post-modern reclamation of James Last's rejected and
* Trying to catch up a bit, clear out some older playlists while my
work load and life demands only increase. Has this always been the
phenomenon - as we add on years, our ability to feel relaxed inside
them decreases. What I mean is this: I remember school summer
vacations when I was 11 when time seemed to go on forever across
endless pastures in upstate NY. You could sit around for days, play
stick ball, board games, fuck around and still feel like there was
time to kill to idle away. That feeling seems like a distant luxury
now where every moment seems to be spoken for and sometimes a minutes
must be divided between 2 or 3 interests simultaneously
multi-tasking, parsing an hour into ever busier and loaded 5 minute
increments and yet, despite a book with good reviews, I am still
poor - not as poor as when I lived in NY/Brooklyn where/when my mere
existence consumed money faster than my ability to earn it.
There/then every dream was a lost dollar and I dreamed and wrote
poetic gibberish for a [far too] long a time
* Elvis segment was in[dis]conjunction with Elvis's birthday. He is
someone I never quite comprehended other than the first furious years
[pre-army]. He does seem to perfectly embody a segment of the
American psyche: A martyr of his own bad-eating habits, he was kind
of like a junk food Christ, all the more contemporary now that it is
obvious that so many people are today willfully evolving into ticking
time bomb stomachs like victims of excess as the fatal last somewhat
inarticulate expression of their dis/satisfaction with consumption -
consumed by their own consumption as junk food suicide bombers...
British charts were topped by Elvis's "Jailhouse Rock" 27 years after
his death. BMG is rereleasing all of Elvis's number one hits one per
* Four American Psychologists & Economists in a study where nearly
1000 women worldwide kept detailed journals, the Dutch were about the
happiest people on earth [yikes!] followed by the Irish & Swiss &
Ghanians [double, triple and quadruple yikes!].
* A procurer-general [seems appropriate!] was picked up in Paris for
soliciting a prostitute using a credit card stolen from a colleague
shortly after he'd given a lecture at an ethics! conference.
* News reports have reported what we all already know: 82% of TV
advertising is NOT seen by the viewers [They zap, snack, grab a beer,
stuff clothes into the drier while ads are on]. So, knowing this,
maybe we can expect an 80% reduction in ads. Like all good religions
of commerce, the parties in power will continue to suspend their
sense of disbelief and continue to be the enemy of our dreams.
Send all sound material for airplay and review to:
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Radio 100 / Radio Patapoe
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1075 SB Amsterdam
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o Excerpts from my erotic-dérive novel: Paris Sex Tete on Parisiana
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