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Selection of articles written between 2005 and today.
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Brendan Baker (Love and Radio) Talk
The ever clued in Colm Coyne gave me a heads up about a fascinating radio event in Brooklyn last month: ‘Ears Forward‘ @ JACK performance space in Clinton Hill. Brendan Baker, sound designer / musical collaborator on Nick van der Kolk‘s award winning radio show ‘Love & Radio‘. I’ve been a huge fan of this (too… Read more
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Short Story: Happy Together
This story was first published in ‘From Whatnot To Where I Belong’ in 2013. Image used, creative commons attribution non-commercial share-alike. The bus hinged around arching corners of endless overpasses. This unkempt net of highway had been cast over the country to catch shoals of fat bright motorcars. It seemed here knotted and there unbound,… Read more
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Flash Fiction: Marley
This story first appeared in ‘This Is Still Not Where I Belong’ in 2013. Image used, creative commons attribution 2.0. When Marley first ran away at twelve, she made it as far as the motorway protests. You know the ones. Splashed across John Major era British television, Swampy down a hole and hippies up the… Read more
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New Radio Series in production ‘Mad Scientists of Music’
I’ve just kicked off production on my new radio series, my first documentary. It’s a 6 * 30 minute show about experimental music in Ireland, entitled ‘Mad Scientists of Music’. Experimental music is a pretty big topic, covering everything from bedroom tinkering with Fruity Loops to technically and aesthetically sophisticated electronic ‘noise’ to Harry Partch… Read more
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Ukraine – Part 2
Aloupka Aloupka is an endless concrete Riviera. Shops line the road that corkscrews from mountain, as though they’ve fallen from heavy goods trucks speeding towards the sea. Ay-Petri sits at the top of the cablecar ride over pinetrees and vineyards peppering the ochre earth. Natives with the faces of evil sherpas hawk from every square inch… Read more
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Ukraine – Part 1
In Transit Detained in Charles De Gaulle, all of us refugees of security theatre. Held en la atrium, locked – by one way funnels of scans and pat downs – out of the consumer concourse. This luxury itinerant camp is bedded with brown tongues, leather chaise longues on which we loll like Jean Paul Marat.… Read more
Gareth Stack 