With our regular broadcasters on their summer holidays, we go live to the Radio Art Zone, the 100-day radio art festival curated by Knut Aufermann and Sarah Washington realised as part of Esch2022, European Capital of Culture. Today, till 11am: Erwin Stache – Ich höre Stimmen – irgendwo / I hear voices – somewhere. Erwin Stache takes over the algorithms of some of his existing sound installations such as string box matrix, ground socket organ, and time and sound which he will play in real time to create an acoustic summary of 22 works. Moments of sound turn into a meditative listening experience – each hour starts quickly and ends slowly. At 11am we join the daily À table! till 1pm, when a new 22 hour show starts: Nichola Scrutton – Dream Stream. Dream Stream weaves together field recordings, voice, fragments of text, visualisations, stories, performance, and archive materials in a sonic contemplation of inner/outer landscapes. The sound of water is a thread across the duration. From that constantly shifting 'surface', other sound worlds emerge and recede in a transient dream-like encounter.
With our regular broadcasters on their summer holidays, we go live to the Radio Art Zone, the 100-day radio art festival curated by Knut Aufermann and Sarah Washington realised as part of Esch2022, European Capital of Culture. Today, till 11am: Nichola Scrutton – Dream Stream. Dream Stream weaves together field recordings, voice, fragments of text, visualisations, stories, performance, and archive materials in a sonic contemplation of inner/outer landscapes. The sound of water is a thread across the duration. From that constantly shifting 'surface', other sound worlds emerge and recede in a transient dream-like encounter. At 11am we join the daily À table! till 1pm, when a new 22 hour show starts: Lepke B – Radio K. From Rock to Barok, with the Radio K sound, it's A-OK! Lepke B is the missing dimension in the world of matter and anti-matter. In this unputdownable mega voyage around the krevices of time, gleefully spilling all over the space, his killer kut-up kollaging processes koalesce around the letter K. We forever entrust him to kut the krap!