When in Rome

On 21. September I will perform in Rome at the Teatri di Vetro festival. It will be the first time in a while, and I hope it will be as making love, swimming, speaking a in foreign language or eating andijviestamppot, albeit not specifically in this order, and not in this sense. I mean, I hope I will feel as comfortable as ever when playing a live set.

The evening will be very special, because the curator of the musical part, Enea Tomei makes me almost feel embarrassed when talking about my work. I do love to hear that people admire the things I do, but I love to hear it silently, a bit like waking up on your birthday as a kid and facing all those presents. Once a year is enough, really. So, if you think I am great, please tell me on my birthday. I might need it on that day. Feeling great, I mean.

There will be new friends as well who normally listen to a different thing, called music, so I don’t want to disappoint them either.

Anyways. I have a very precise plan for this performance, which I am not going to reveal to you here for the simple reason that plans are very unstable entities on the plain of my near future endeavours. They are a bit like Schroedingers christmas presents.

But now. One thing is sure. Today I compiled a B-Side to the A-Side I composed earlier this year, entitled ‘Don’t Talk at the Disco.’ Here is a picture of the set-up on my table today.


There are a lot of tapes in this picture. I used quite a lot. There is no title for the B-Side. Maybe I will choose ‘Maybe No Disco’ or  ‘When I hung out with Michael Jackson at Bobbejaanland back in 1967.’ ‘Hands, feet and red shades.’ It is also possible that the same B-Side will have a different title for each tape. What I recorded is a mix. I played one tape at a time or two tapes and rarely mixed three tapes together. I used my tapes with my own (recent Calabrian) recordings, tapes given to me by friends, tapes that arrived by post as result of a trade and tapes I found, picked up or bought for 30 cents. There is also a surprise guest.

The collage of old magazines, as big as a postcard, will be part of the package. Each one will be different, of course. Here are some pictures to give you an idea of the tape you can buy at my performance in Rome, or if no-one buys them, that I will send out for trade.

Here’s the postcard-size inlay frontside.


And here is the postcard-size inlay backside, with titles and essential liner notes.


And this is the tape after some spray-paint treatment. By the way, it is a 60 minutes cassette.


The tape gets seperately packed to keep it fresh.


The postcard-sized inlay and the sealed tape get packed together.


I will prepare more tapes over the next days. The visitors to the performance in Rome can buy one for 10 Euro. That’s cheaper than what you pay for a menu turistico. Some visitors to the concert can expect to receive a copy as a gift.

The ones I won’t sell will be send to cassette-lovers by post.

From Maidan to MH17

At the beginnings of this year the King of The Netherlands met that person during the Olympic Winter Games in Sochi, Russia. At the same moment Russian troops invaded Crimea. It was the start of the things that would come.


Earlier this year there was a new wave of protests in Kiev. I didn’t pay too much attention to it, because people came to Maidan Square quite regularly to set up their tents and give voice to their dissatisfaction. But this time the protests became more fierce in expression and the protesters became more numerous. I had a friend living in Kiev. I called him and asked if we could talk about the Maidan situation on our radio. That was our first interview. Yanukovich was still the president, and if „he does not go down, we will go down very bad,” he said. We made more calls. We heard about the fights in which he was participating, and then we heard about the people killed by snipers, and we heard that Yanukovich had left the country and that no-one could be really glad about it.

We also heard about the Russian journalists. „If there will be a second Nuremberg Trial, these journalists should be persecuted,” we heard him say at one point.

Soon after the Maidan uprisings, and Yanukovich flight, Russia invaded Crimea. Once Russia had Crimea they invaded east of Ukraine and gave the local thugs and criminals the chance to kill, kidnap and torture people. We talked about all this, and heard facts and stories from Kiev, and the voice of a friend, Dmytro Fedorenko, who lived in a country that was constantly menaced by the presence of Russian troops and unrest in the East, fuelled by Russian soldiers and hired criminals.

We also heard those stories.

Then the World Cup of football started and the situation in the east of Ukraine slowly turned into a local war, much to the convenience of all the politicians and leaders who showed their deep concerns.

It was time to talk with Dmytro again, to hear the latest updates. But then a civilian aircraft was hit by Russian missiles.

It is in the news for days now.

Radio On has stopped transmitting the regular programs. From Tuesday 00:00 until Sunday 00:00 we will broadcast non-stop all the interviews and talks we had with Dmytro Fedorenko.

During this week we will schedule new interviews as well, made after the MH17 disaster.

You can call it useless, because by Saturday it will be business as usual again, nothing will happen, because there are too many financial and economical ties between Russia and the rest of the western world. You can call it an action, it is okay, if you do.

The fact is that we run a radio. We have a very little voice. To make this voice be heard is the only thing we can do. Listen and think for yourself.

Tuesday 22.July 00:00 – Saturday 26. July 00:00 non-stop The Ukraine interviews with Dmytro Fedorenko on Radio On.

Voices of Ukraine – news in english

Inforesist – news from warzone in eastern Ukraine

Ukraine at War – news from the frontier, video and geo-location proofs of Russian (war) crimes

Return (again) a re-issue of a release by Zeromoon

In Calabria – Flowers


A sharp ticking against the window of the door woke me up. I was not caught in a dream. There was daylight already, but it was still early. My first thought was that Dani had arrived, as he had told me he might drive down from Massa the night before. Maybe he didn’t have the keys to his apartment with him. I got out of my bed as the ticking continued.


A big man stood at the other side of the door. The door is made out of vertical and horizontal metal strips that enclose little windows from top to bottom. Behind him I saw four or five more men, two of them holding a gun. They didn’t point the gun at me; the men were quite relaxed, the guns pointed at the tiles of the terrace. 


He showed me his id card. I opened the door. “Were you still sleeping?” was his first question. He spoke to me as if we had known each other for years. What I was facing was an anti-mafia brigade. “Do you have any weapons, ammunition hidden in your house?”


“No.” Somehow I was too amused by the whole situation to feel uncomfortable. He went on to explain they wanted to do a house search. I had the right to call a lawyer, so that the house search would be done in his presence. It was 6:30 in the morning. “Do come in,” I said. I walked to the other room, with an other door made out of windows and metal strips and behind it, another broad smiling man with a gun, who asked politely if I could open the door for him.


Five men were looking at my desk with cassette players and cassettes. I left them looking at it in peace, and waited in the kitchen until they were ready.


We made a round and ended up downstairs in the restaurant zone. There we were joined by five or six more men. In fact I saw new faces arrive all the time. I answered their questions about the identity of the place. And then I answered questions about the nature of my cassettabouts. “You are on youtube?” Instead of leading them to my noise set in San Francisco I directed them to ‘field recordings.’ They listened to Chris Watson. “Do you record birds?”


They shook hands when they went away. The leader of the operation smiled a very friendly smile. “Did you ever meet such nice policemen?” Must admit, never did. They even wanted to offer me a breakfast at a bar, were it not that the next bar was at a 45 minutes walk.


Part of my morning ritual is to follow the news in the East of Ukraine. A lot of tweets come in. A lot of these tweets show evidence of the Kremlin lies.


Historians still try to find out how it came about that so many Germans supported Hitler. They could find an answer if they study the attitude shown by the German population in the current Ukraine crisis. Nothing has really changed.