Argument over name- listeners suggestions
we've made it- we are so on, there is a kind of spell being broadcast here- and magic- I don't know if its aloud.........
there is a space for approach, room for manoeuvre, opportunities for – the unfolding of participatory touch-touch- the medium between us is continuous- we are separated by time alone, space is continuous we would like to experience you better.
What are we calling ourselves then?
A right bunch of pirates?
Mums aloud?
Radio Rapists
AWOL Audacious Women Outraging Licensees?
What the hell exactly is going on here- undefinable, irrefutable, playing without rules and lines and focus and defining proposals- we want we want
Dear listeners- we want your ideas- what is this project- a takeover, a pirate action, a radical departure into the impossible- what is this show called? Name it! Answers on a post card? No!
Answers on red paint on a public building please- we will the pick the best one thank you thank you
fears of detection
so – keeping safe – our heads below the parapet- illegal actions- radical departures form the law of the fathers- how can we action our desires for subversion with-oh without without becoming vulnerable – easily victimized by the state and its delight in destroying the marginalized by absorption? We could apply a voice disguising software-pay kids to read our scripts, merge into the last vestige of innocence- hide behind those we are defending- children. The future the chance to be free from the stranglehold of anti political social denial
Time its a time thing- you think you got all the time in the world- you've actually got- the rest of you life to think about the next 20 minutes- what should I say what do I want to say- is it sharing or am I just---- imparting who might be listening and , what does that really matter- what matters is- what do I want to say? Its time I made up my mind and committed like- this is what’s important- at least- I want to be upfront-right now...
what voice- like she might actually be right- I don't know quite how, but shes got a point- like, if I'm not sure how can we be sure- I don't even have a GCSE I am under qualified...s
there is some kind of hold on my voice- like, like, like, I I I lack connections authority the right the power to say what where how I am – the space to make sense, to have worth to be of value- I MAKE SPACE TO PLAY HERE.
need to confess
the challenge is set yes it is- we hear it – feel it press against our skin our inner ear- don't be crossing those lines- keep to the safe area- for your own sake... this safe area stifles us- we squirm there, exposed already straight jacketed by mediocrity- mimicry- dirt camouflaged as vitamin enriched certified nourishment- we crave raw life- the home made, the straight from the clean hands of the wholesome- not perfect- perfect for that--- I hear you love me, because I hear you've bothered....
our voices now- fill in this from engage in a school gate debate, answer a phone questionnaire –what about that which is regarding our lives like respond- don't wait spit it out essays it say it make it wail 0 not waiting to make ripples words and word of tsunami wash away the distance between the live we led and our placing his place like :
pass me pass me pass me the mic.
What use is this language- expecting those with the loudest voices to lead the way is not only foolish but dangerous and lazy!
What concerns you- the very very practicable a body a place a future your investments- like waking up with a explicable need to break the law and setting everything to rights to call out the heart and say what it is and be counted as ticking tocking being here marking what a moment that passes so ephemeral its going without a trace only who the listening might regard the power of sound and its placement in our sphere – down with the oppressors out with the dictators- age old cries- not oft met with satisfaction- but – if we don't we are husks, empty, finished already?
movement safety, camouflage
in this place all around the site, in contestant, your ears, college, Totnes a simple radio as a beacon, a meeting place, the site of launch
radio is a territorial project. We beat the boundaries, mark it with our sonic graffiti- invite you to answer...oh?! You exist here too? How about stepping up and doing something good together- too much scurryings, hiding behind commercial ideals or social inflected mores- and piracy- what in that? Silent we pass, not noticed, but you guess the type- the usual suspects- the ones that dance to often, laugh too loud, make eye contact when it is forbidden.... in your home, your car, your garden, your kitchen, when you are scrubbing pans, digging leeks, stuck in traffic, sticking the kids in the bath, be aware of the possibilities- what you could be doing, ways of making what you are doing pertinent- efflorescent, glorious..
all the characters inside come bubbling out in a kind of avalanche of vox- all of us here, every one inside gets room to play, expose, chase, revolutionise ideas around the right to air time, the right to speak the right to vocalize dissent, suggesting alternatives, playing, improvising around those themes- what makes us tic, how the relationships turn themselves inside out in a question and somersault of intention, free form.
public questioned over their broadcasting desires
I've just never been able to keep my trap shut- I mean some of us have the gift of the gab some of us, are just filled with a never ending gust of hot air- a breath of fresh- I have to spit it out comment and be damned I’ve said way to much already, now all there is left is to make it know to commit – to open this out stretch it as far as it will go till it breaks me and something new, unknown emerges- from my mouth click click click the only muscle that does not click is my tongue- it is loose limber raring to go gone gone gone.
phone in:
WITH THIS IN MIND OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND SAY HOW YOU SEE IT
phone in- common the lines are open- tis is a open line a expanse a movement in sound you dear listening ear can align yourself run with us- give up you voice, engage and make a noise!!
07548086402
is this scripted
no of course not
next caller
is this scripted?
Whoa we've lost you!
Is this scripted? No! There is the chance to say something new at any point yes there may be a expected response but its only habit that ties us to those lines! Break it beak in- leave the habitus and articulate that which can't be spoken about spoke spoken spokes spooks spooked-
what you got to say to that?!
Thanks for calling in- goodbye!
And on line four- hello? Hello? Who is there? (Gregory Whitehead)?
Mr Darling, what do you say for yourself ? Let the kids play! Why Thankyou?!
ghost voices
religious voices
mainstream DJs
The Radio Voice
DIY make a transmitter
we've got about 5 miniutes...
“Beloveds! Cracked avant-garde- forerunners of everything- like voices form the future, making
sense of the discontent, like here is good company, gone bright, effervescent, shooting stars striking
with lightening audio pitches pricking undersides sharp words guttural rumblings and externalized
internal melody phases or phrases and rich noise gravy ladles thick, on the cold potatoes of life.
Where are you now? You want me to describe?
I AM IN A ALLY WAY BETWEEN TO BLOCKS OF FLATS, THE SUN IS AT JUST PAST MID DAY-
I AM IN A CAR THE DAY IS GRAY, WE ARE DRIVING TO THE COAST
WE ARE AT HOME THE TV FORM NEXT DOOR IS DROWNING US OUT.
THAT, the interplay... get of the air, its reserved for – for us for players for those that can- just make room remember to – I've taken the airwaves hostage-
say it now Say my name- the name of no one-
I thought we are on we are-
but who are we the believers, the dreamers, the commitments, the roving wilds ones--- there are so many of us now,,, we are finding our voice
my mother celebrated Gaddafi's death at a Facebook Party- they had a soundtrack a dress code, good humour across 10 countries in 6 nations, humans celebrating the good things...
where come the animals 2 by 2 by 2y 2
what is it exactly you want to Say? THIS IS your broadcast your moment surely? No newer and that's the whole point- at this point- we are together- moving, dispersed, traveling forward- hands trailing in the wake of our kind----
full steam ahead, fights and battles and causes reckless,dreams to the side lost ho pings rekindled- we can still got here... but together... like....
if only I can find my vice, before I am cut off...
please answer me. Echo that does not mask
please here what it was I wished to say- the words always fail- I find I I I I I I I iiiii fill spaces covet the celebration of breakage- rifle through loss and left over... there lies treasure....
shout out: (everyone in whole town, degree, world)
what happens next
There is something that happened- in want this to be like that and approximation of similar too- not relatable in passion presence and magic- spreading out into everything that come s after- honey and gold- sunshine in our mind- peaceful and energetic- trust generation she definitely asks too much
I’m tired of not being heard being told what to think being overstimulated and not trusted- the opinion of my heart sought through options 54321 and fill in this form.
Listen listen!!!!
when I was a kid we all play that game- parroting styles making pretend we are the authority on pop, the police, the voice of experience- weather man, agony aunt-
framing statement
gorilla warfare
