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Listen to Amsterdams Radio Patapoe’s Live Stream with this app.In 1985 a -punkrock only- radio station was started under the doomsday name “Dood” (Death). The punks slogan for the shows was “insult as much people as you can”When the station stopped throwing their (non) politics in the air two years later because of different people wanting to use the station for egotrips a small group decided it was time f or something new.Starting in 1988 under the dangerous name “Revolutionaire Radio Vereniging” (Revolutionairy Radio group) this would turn out to be the station we have now.In the same squat as where “Death” ended “Patapoe” was started, using the same mixer and alot of the same people behind the mixer, but with lots of new musical and non-musical programmes. People didn’t want to just play the same punksongs over and over again, for some those three guitar chords came out of their nose by now. The spirit to annoy the nice, clean family types still remained, but as scared as people used to be when punks walked by them the punks were now seen as a bunch of kids with funny clothing. Same with radio. People used to listen just because they could put it down and insult the programmakers, now they just turned it off and didn’t listen.There were strict rules about having a show and what to do for it. There was a person to open the door for the programmakers who also took care of the empty spaces between D.J’s so there woudn’t be any snow transmision on the radio. Every programmaker had a monthly payment to pay to the doorman that would be used for new equipment in times of things breaking down.”De uilenburcht”,the squat where Patapoe was located was soon to be squashed down to the ground so the people had to look for a new place to stay. This place was found in the “Graansilo”, another old building that was lived in by squatters.The people from the first moment starting getting difficulties with organising and getting things togheter. After a while everything bursted out into total chaos. There was no door(wo)man, no one took care of there being money to get stuff so after a year or two the turntables didn’t work anymore, tapedecks were in desperate need of replacement, a CD-player was even stolen and less people wanted anything to do with Patapoe, which by the way was called after a litlle doggie from an old Sonja single.It could even get worse.
The new, young punks had found a new place after the “Graansilo” was to be bombed away as well as the first “Uilenburcht”. The old folks gave the torch to the young folks and they started building up a room in the squat called “Albert Zuyp”. The new self titled technician fucked up when the police transmitter was being entered every time we were in the air. Within a week the station was taken out of the air.This technician went on thinking he was the boss and when a new place was found it was decided he needed to be kicked out. His way was doing everything on his own or with people that weren’t involved with the station. Along the way from the “zuyp” to the new, to be remained secret, place communication started getting better again through the new electronic ways and through meetings. Everybody is involved in building up this great station that show you can make underground happenings get big in a small way.Along the way there were two problems: Patapoe needed money for new equipment and second the listeners didn’t know it excisted anymore. The squatters movement was gone and this was the time to get them back. A benefit with big Amsterdam punkbands was organised and flyers were given away. Months later a second benefit was done with less flyers and the whole scene was there. This is something we can count on now. One call and there’s a whole squatscene coming over to help in need of help.Next to the punks, the shows are various. From interviews with soundartists, ambient soundscapes to ninetees versions of those programs that started in 1985. Patapoe still in the air

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Radio of the FutureThe Radio of the Future–the central tree of our consciousness–will inaugurate new ways to cope with our endless undertakings and will unite all mankind.
The main Radio station, that stronghold of steel, where clouds of wires cluster like strands of hair, will surely be protected by a sign with a skull and crossbones and the familiar word “Danger,” since the least disruption of Radio operations would produce a mental blackout over the entire country, a temporary loss of consciousness.
Radio is becoming the spiritual sun of the country, a great wizard and sorcerer.
Let us try to imagine Radio’s main station: in the air a spider’s web of lines, a storm cloud of lightning bolts, some subsiding, some flaring up anew, crisscrossing the building from one end to the other. A bright blue ball of spherical lightning hanging in midair like a timid bird, guy wires stretched out at a slant.
From this point on Planet Earth, every day, like the flight of birds in springtime, a flock of news departs, news from the life of the spirit.
In this stream of lightning birds the spirit will prevail over force, good counsel over threats.
The activities of artists who work with the pen and brush, the discoveries of artists who work with ideas (Mechnikov, Einstein) will instantly transport mankind to unknown shores.
Advice on day-to-day matters will alternate with lectures by those who dwell upon the snowy heights of the human spirit. The crests of waves in the sea of human knowledge will roll across the entire country into each local Radio station, to be projected that very day as letters onto the dark pages of enormous books, higher than houses, that stand in the center of each town, slowly turning their own pages.
Radioreadingwalls

These books of the streets will be known as Radioreadingwalls! Their giant dimensions frame the settlements and carry out the tasks of all mankind.
Radio has solved a problem that the church itself was unable to solve and has thus become as necessary to each settlement as a school is, or a library.
The problem of celebrating the communion of humanity’s one soul, one daily spiritual wave that washes over the entire country every twenty-four hours, saturating it with a flood of scientific and artistic news—that problem has been solved by Radio using lightning as its tool. On the great illuminated books in each town, Radio today has printed a story by a favorite writer, an essay on the fractional exponents of space, a description of airplane flights, and news about neighboring countries. Everyone can read whatever he chooses. This one book, identical across the entire country, stands in the center of every small town, always surrounded by a ring of readers, a carefully composed silent readingwall in every settlement.
But now in black type, news of an enormous scientific discovery appears on the screens; a certain chemist, famous within the narrow circle of his followers, has discovered a method for producing meat and bread out of widely available types of clay. A crowd gathers, wondering what will happen next.
Earthquakes, fires, disasters, the events of each twenty-four-hour period will be printed out on the Radio books. The whole country will be covered with Radio stations.
Radioauditoriums

Surges of lightning are picked up and transmitted to the metal mouth of an auto-speaker, which converts them into amplified sound, into singing and human speech.
The entire settlement has gathered around to listen. The metal trumpet mouth loudly carries the news of the day, the activities of the government, weather information, events from the exciting life of the capital cities.
The effect will be like a giant of some kind reading a gigantic journal out loud. But it is only this metal town cryer, only the metal mouth of the auto-speaker; gravely and distinctly it announces the morning news, beamed to this settlement from the signal tower of the main Radio station.
But now what follows? Where has this great stream of sound come from, this inundation of the whole country in supernatural singing, in the sound of beating wings, this broad silver stream full of whistlings and clangor and marvelous mad bells surging from somewhere we are not, mingling with children’s voices singing and the sound of wings?
Over the center of every town in the country these voices pour down, a silver shower of sound. Amazing silver bells mixed with whistlings surge down from above. Are these perhaps the voices of heaven, spirits flying low over the farmhouse roof? No
The Mussorgsky of the future is giving a coast-to-coast concert of his work, using the Radio apparatus to create a vast concert hall stretching from Vladivostok to the Baltic, beneath the blue dome of the heavens.
On this one evening he bewitches the people, sharing with them the communion of his soul, and on the following day he is only an ordinary mortal again. The artist has cast a spell over his land; he has given his country the singing of the sea and the whisding of the wind. The poorest house in the smallest town is filled with divine whistlings and all the sweet delights of sound.
Radio and Art Exhibits

In a small town far away, a crowd of people gathers today in front of the great illuminated Radio screens, which rise up like giant books. Why? Because today Radio is using its apparatus to transmit images in color, to allow every little town in the entire country to take part in an exhibit of paintings being held in the capital city. This exhibit is trans- mitted by means of light impulses repeated in thousands of mirrors at every Radio station. If Radio previously acted as the universal ear, now it has become a pair of eyes that annihilate distance. The main Radio signal tower emits its rays, and from Moscow an exhibit of the best painters bursts into flower on the readingwalls of every small town in this enormous country, on loan to every inhabited spot on the map.
Radioclubs

Let us move up closer. Majestic skyscrapers wrapped in clouds, a game of chess between two people located at opposite ends of Planet Earth, an animated conversation between someone in America and someone in Europe. Now the readingwalls grow dark; suddenly the sound of a distant voice is heard singing, the metallic throat of Radio beams the rays of the song to its many metallic singers: metal sings! And its words, brought forth in silence and solitude, and their welling springs, become a communion shared by the entire country.
More obedient than strings beneath the violinist’s hand, the me- tallic apparatus of Radio will talk and sing, obeying every marked pulse of the song.
Every settlement will have listening devices and metallic voices to serve one sense, metallic eyes to serve the other.
The Great Sorcerer

Finally we will have learned to transmit the sense of taste–and every simple, plain but healthful meal can be transformed by means of taste- dreams carried by Radio rays, creating the illusion of a totally different taste sensation.
People will drink water, and imagine it to be wine. A simple, ample meal will wear the guise of a luxurious feast. And thus will Radio acquire an even greater power over the minds of the nation.
In the future, even odors will obey the will of Radio: in the dead of winter the honey scent of linden trees will mingle with the odor of snow, a true gift of Radio to the nation.
Doctors today can treat patients long-distance, through hypnotic suggestion. Radio in the future will be able to act also as a doctor, healing patients without medicine.
And even more:
It is a known fact that certain notes like “la” and “ti” are able to increase muscular capacity, sometimes as much as sixty-four times, since they thicken the muscle for a certain length of time. During periods of intense hard work like summer harvests or during the construction of great buildings, these sounds can be broadcast by Radio over the entire country, increasing its collective strength enormously.
And, finally, the organization of popular education will pass into the hands of Radio. The Supreme Soviet of Sciences will broadcast lessons and lectures to all the schools of the country–higher institutions as well as lower.
The teacher will become merely a monitor while these lectures are in progress. The daily transmission of lessons and textbooks through the sky into the country schools of the nation, the unification of its consciousness into a single will.
Thus will Radio forge continuous links in the universal soul and mold mankind into a single entity.
Sourced from Khlebnikov, The King of Time, ed. Charlotte Douglas, trans. Paul Schmidt, Harvard University Press, 1985, pp 155-159; repr. in Khlebnikov Collected Works, 1, ed. Charlotte Douglas, Harvard University Press, 1987, pp 392-396.

Wat had ik nu toch graag

Gespeeld, gedarteld,

Gezegd waar het op staat,

De hele waarheid,
De somberte verschopt,

Vermist, verduiveld,
Een ander bij de hand

genomen, zeggend:
Wees lief, we moeten beiden

Die kant op.
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