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PUNK IS DADA – revisited

They say “hha” in a very cute way. As opposed to the interrogative “huh” where the pitch changes to an higher end in order to create a little void to be filled in by an explanation, this “hha” starts in the torso, like a sigh, but has nothing of its weariness, on the contrary it expresses an inviting recognition to an observation; it encourages and rewards the agent for her/his sharp insight by this sign of approval.


The sound of “hha” has also a very retro quality about it, as it alludes to adventure films or serials for the older kids, aged 11 to 14. The heroes of those movies or TV-serials were kids in that age. They were very popular in the 50s and 60s at the other side of the sexual revolution. The kids were always running, talking in an agitated whispering voice, and on their way to solve a mysterie or to expose the nice gentleman as the villain. At key moments, and there were a few of them to keep them running from one scene to the other, there was always one girl or boy who had solved a piece of the riddle. The other kids would say “hha.”

Youth is a beautiful conspirational moment in life.

Punk is Dada came to the Oranien Studio with two guests. They were in their mid-twenties. Each one of them brought their laptop. Viewed from a critical distance, the kind of distance that wears a wig and carries the load of tons of religious and philosofical books, one could think these kids were hanging out on Facebook, watching Youtube and throwing one-liners at each other, in short, that they were having fun.
If you avoid the narcist post-modern approach and stay away from easy commenting you could notice that something else was going on. I come to that.


The radio show itself, of which I sensed it would be a radio experiment given the planned involvement of various social media by P.I.D., evolved around topics as ‘mash-up,’ ‘appropriation,’ ‘contextualisation.’ It had hilarious and serious moments, jokes, parody, popular youtube songs, star-bashing, short live performances and a guest appearance by Obama watching twerking black asses from his terrace while drinking pineapple/orange juice. Tweets and links were send out to invite the listener to open an extra tab on the computer and watch or read along with the trio in the studio.

It was a big outburst of energy, a wave to which I had to resist, because I was born before the wall fell; I was even born before they built it. But it was rewarding, though I have to admit I got into it when I listened the second time and had thrown away my wig and smashed the mirror. To repeat the things that were discussed would go too far. The show was wild and controlled at the same time. The topics changed with every two minutes. Flaws in conversation were filled by the bedroom producer guest crooning away over the sounds he had harvested from the internet. Punk is Dada had a great radio voice.

The atmosphere was very pleasant. One thing stood out from the discussions: conflict is an out-dated concept. Points were brought forward, and met with questions. I could sense the power of soft persuasion. The creation of a comfort zone, or a bubble, maybe even a cell, was the most important. Such a situation is not static, is without well-defined borders; it could change with every new constellation, or with every new day. This explains the use of words as ‘concept’ (to replace the much harsher and static ‘definition.’) and ‘context’ (to replace the much harsher and static ‘idea.’) De Saussure would have eaten his shoe.

There are voices that predict the end of the browser. Safari, Chrome, Mozilla, Opera and the likes will disappear with time. People, funny enough called “Users” will get access to the internet through an App. In metabolist architecture habitats were the working cells in a changing society, that was seen as an organism. Nowadays, internet has become the habitat. Habitats develop and get organised. The metabolist architects thought ‘buildings,’ but they couldn’t foresee they illustrated what the internet would look like.


PUNK IS DADA SPEAKS was broadcasted live by Radio On on 8. April. PUNK IS DADA was the host, and brought the following concept for the show:

The first show will be titled An Informal discussion on the contextualisation of original source,” found” art and the bedroom producer with regard to social media marketing and its impact on the codes and ethics of authorship.

With Special Guests Grey Market Mixtape and SFTSTPS


SFTSTPS couldnot come. He was replaced by Elvia Wilk.

Elvia Wilk.web
Radio On.web

Radio On will re-broadcast the show on various days and hours of the week.
Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, 16. 18, & 19. April from 04:00 -06:00 and 20:00-22:00 (Berlin time) (-5 to -9 for the America’s) (+7 for Japan)


New Jerusalem

The last sound piece I worked on in Berlin is called New Jerusalem. I started it early Oktober and finished halfway December. Stories, recordings from various locations in Berlin, melo-dramatic action painting with words and Heimatklänge came together on this release. I called it New Jerusalem, because I suddenly envisioned the fair city of Berlin as such.


The mini cassette is part of Hal McGee’s wonderful online museum called The Museum of Microcassette Art.

New Jerusalem is the 120th microcassette in the Museum. Take a tour, look, listen and marvel.

30. August 1963 – 30.August 2013

Next up in Berlin
30. August 2013

50 Years of Tape

Six Live Acts
Found Tapes Exhibition

The cassette tape got introduced to the world on 30. August 1963 by the Dutch inventor Lou Ottens. It happened during a radio show on the occasion of the Internationale Funk Ausstellung in Berlin. Fifty years later on the exact day and in the same city Tales for Tapes dedicates an evening of tape narration/manipulation to the birthday of the cassette. 2013=C50

The cassette?


Hal McGee says: ” I want to stress something: cassettes never really went away. It may seem like they did, but the truth is different. I think it is a mistake to view cassettes from a retro-chic nostalgia angle. I think it is better to view it as a continuum.”

Most of you have never heard of Hal McGee, probably. Journalists only review and radio’s only play the freebies they get from the music industries. That’s why you will be misinformed all the time and kept away from what is happening at the frontiers of audio art.

This year the cassette tape celebrates its 50th birthday. Silent Barn in Brooklyn, New York dedicated an entire day to the humble cassette in March. Probably from here (New York! New York!) rumors started spreading and reached the laptop of a collaborator to TIME magazine, which gave the anniversary, and Lou Ottens some space on their pages.
A few months later in Kobé at the outskirts of Paris two evenings were dedicated to the tape and those who use it as their artistic medium. The event was the talk of the town the days after, when regret came to those who hadn’t visited it.

So, after more then a decade of intense promotion of the cassette as an object by all kinds of designers and fashionists (thank you), and just before the installment of a cassette record store day or how they’d wish to call it by the music industries, you might as well start to wonder what it might be like if you hear people actually use the cassette, not as a mixtape for the little player in your kitchen, but to produce the most intriguing sounds you may have ever heard in your life.

Blasé already? Then stay away and lock yourself up in your FB.

Still reading this? Then here’s your list of actors for the evening. All of them will use a wide variety of cassette players.

Helge Neidhardt aka Der Tapeman is one of the longest running noise acts in Berlin. For this occasion he will bring his KassettenRekorderOrchester (KRO), a collection of more then ten cassette players, some of them real museum pieces, if only the museums would know. The KRO will play tapes from Tapeman’s vast collection and create a wall of sound that might provoke auditive hallucinations.

Preslav Literary School is the boy wonder of the Berlin Tape Scene. The only person who managed to sell out his stash of tapes after a show! With distant melodies and voices, the warmth of the magnetic tape, he is able to evoke a sense  of Englishness with all its melancholy that up to the early sixties only Penguin pockets seemed to hold. Not signed by any major record label because any major record label just doesn’t get it. Arsenal fan.

Claudio Rocchetti played tapes until he got kidnapped by a computer. Fortunately he managed to publish a book just in time. And that saved him. The book is called ‘The Fall of Chrome.’ It is a great title, so that’s why it doesn’t matter if it makes any sense or not. I got the book with one of the hundreds of found tapes that he re-worked. Every copy of the book came with a different tape, you must know. I got Elton John. And you know what Elton, you old tart, it is the best tape you ever made. Pity you don’t know it. The world could have been different. Just a bit maybe, but enough. Claudio, if your concert will be half as good as the re-mix I have, it will be stellar.

Insultor is not DJ Insultor who you know for fucking up French chansons and Balkan pop and Japanese tearjerkers all at the same time. Insultor might come and fuck up French chansons, Balkan pop and Japanese tearjerkers; it is very much probable. But he will also define the watershed. Those who’ll stay are our friends. Those who’ll leave are the followers of fashion who don’t have a clue about nothing, well, maybe about where to show up and how to connect to fffrrrriieeennddss, but in fact it is them who get fucked up by Insultor. Wodka/Juice fan. Ultra Hard Core.

Erik Levander. Erik! Why don’t you perform more often? Well, dear you, who will come to see us, or who will ask their friends who came. This guy is one of the best kept secrets, the inner most inner insider tip, who shied Preslav away with a performance in the Staalplaat basement that can be defined epic, if we’d only had TIME Magazine collaborators around to write about it in twenty years time. Put a load on you, Erik? Too much honour? I showed you the goddamn trade.
(Sorry for this change in style. I am reading American Pastoral by Philip Roth these days.)

Hollands Spoor are two old men and I am one of them. We turn tape music in something chamberesque, sonnetesque, elegant, contrapunctual… swift. If Paganini and Wolfie Mozart were still with us we would make them wear shades. Man, we have more history then you can bear. And we put it out with a few walkman and a couple of tapes. There’s a nice bar and garden outside. But if I find out you were there while Hollands Spoor played, I’ll never talk to you again. Remember? I am one of them. Harold Schellinx the other; and he started his career as a Young Lion, right in the eye of the hurricane that was ULTRA, the post punk movement that hit the Netherlands in the years around 1980. Yes, you snotty kid, we are that old. Older than the cassette. And we came the whole way walking. You know how to walk, now don’t you?

But that just shows you that the cassette tape as an artistic medium is used by and appeals to every generation.

If I were you, I would come. But I am not you, therefore we play.

All indications and the address is to be found on the poster/flyer, cordially designed by Anton Mobin.

Be with us, or miss us. And miss a lot.