[ GUNST ]

promises
radia #514: la promesse + radia #485: kyotech
[pls. scroll down for english version]

ein, nein: zwei versprechen. ganz unterschiedlicher art. wer ist der adressat? am ende stellt man vielleicht fest, dass man jedes vesrprechen eigentlich sich selbst gegeben hat.

im ersten teil der sendung präsentiert uns julien quentel, ein bildender künstler aus nantes, sein aktuelles werk "La promesse" ("Das Versprechen").

im anschluss lässt uns martin anastasovski aus skopje in eine schattenwelt aus klängen gleiten, die sein alter ego akustisch generiert.

credits und hintergrundinformationen: siehe unten.

[english]

a promise. no, two promises. quite different ones. given to whom? in the end, this will probably make no difference anymore. for every promise, in the very first and in the very last instance, is a promise made to yourself.

in the first part of the show julien quentel, visual artist from nantes, presents us his recent piece "La promesse" (The Promise, 2008-2015):

"Salut Anne-Laure
Tout cela restera bien énigmatique, comme l’est d’ailleurs le noir de la nuit!
je n’ai rien à revendiquer, ni la prise de son, ni la technique, ni même un lien affectif avec le lieu…
rien de tout ça, juste ce qui reste à l’écoute, que l’univers est dans la nuit." [J.Q.]

find out more about about Julien Quentel at www.reseaux-artistes.fr/dossiers/julien-quentel.
Black Monk is a new moniker concealing the other half of the duo Alpin Folks, a musical project that blends the literary references and visual arts related to mountains.

in the second part martin anastasovsky from skopje makes us slide into an acoustic shadow world of self and mind:

"[…] please allow me to introduce myself. my name is Kyo […] O T to the E Ch and all you field recorders aint got nothing on me. my mids are non crispy my bass is deflated, in my ghetto foray i got all you wackstaz innundated. f*** all the species, my arc is riggedy, tell von mieses i only got in these crickets with no tickets. the corals are melting but so are my snickers, ghorals lick alkali salts while molten lava turns to basalt rock in a million years. alley cats in skopje city don't let me no sleep coz in the night they prowl the jungle deep, beep bleep i ride on a imaginary jeep while in the meantime human life is getting cheap. the marketplace is bustling with peppers and eggplants, wait until i bust these mushmulla in the cooler, counterfeit goods rock shutka like originals where the sun is beating down on the aboriginals, roma splendor galore tales of lore, lo and behold there is a wedding on a knoll. checking out, but theres no mic it went to record some workers on a strike. and out, but not so fast, the tao changed its mind and its ready for a fight, hold on tight, while you plug in deep, in the sounds of the ground where the slopes are steep and the dogs are belligerent like an action movie that is featuring, obliterating the face of the mind shazam wide open eye self esteem grind in a meat press like no free press get the f*** outa world this is spirits under duress. keep on hold on but dont put a condom on your head bcoz you cant see the glitter of the litter of this hydroponic transmitter." [M.A.]

find out more at soundcloud.com/kyotech

credits:
miss.gunst would like to thank the following artists and sound collectors:
jovica for the space machine, corsica s for some beautiful radiator sounds;
julien quentel and jet fm, nantes, as well as martin anastasovski and radio 103, skopje, for their promising promises;
and as always: radia.fm radio art network for being a crowd of incredibly creative partners.

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