Ich, Du, Er, Sie, Es-Jingles

Students of Sprachkunst (Language Arts) at the University of Applied Arts Vienna have written short pieces for the radio, which have been produced by sound design students of the Fachhochschule Joanneum Graz. At Kunstradio, this fruitful collaboration is now entering its eighth year. The project is supervised by Orhan Kipcak (Angewandte) and Astrid Drechsler (Joanneum).

In accordance with the medium of radio, the students this time dealt with the format of the jingle, and they have treated it as an audio logo, as attention bait with which the radio catches listeners.

Seven authors wrote five such attention-getters each, condensed them further into slogans and, together with seven sound designers, created text/sound miniatures ranging from story, grotesque, lyric, testimonial, confession and speaking- in-tongues. The resulting audio pieces do not deal with concrete products, persons, religions, parties, political concerns; gestures, rhetoric, and charisma were important.

• Production teams (Text/Sound Design):
• Ines Frieda Försterling / Tobias Bettke
• Ralf Petersen / Johannes Elias Lechner
• Karoline Marth / Christoph Stuhlpfarrer
• Sophia Dostal / Esma Kurbegovic
• Sean Pfeifer / Philipp Kotecki
• Johann Voigt / Giuseppe Taormina
• Moritz Bloder / Isabell Wittig

• Voices: Bettina Gjecaj / Paul Kraker

• Mastering: Astrid Drechsler

Stadtrand-Strand

Four pieces that deal with the city - more precisely: with quite everyday, inconspicuous elements of the city: a street underpass, a public drinking fountain, the safety mirrors in subway stations, the asphalt pavement of a thoroughfare. The audio pieces open as simple descriptions and end as fantastic capers:

Narrator on all pieces: Bettina Gjecaj

• Drinking fountain
• by Sandro Huber / Sound Design: Timm Kipcak

• Wienzeilen underpass at the Gürteldreieck
• by Ralf Pedersen / Sound Design: Timm Kipcak

• Mirror in the subway
• by Sárah Köhnlein / Sound Design: Michael Posch

• Smoothing asphalt
• by Leonie Wyss / Sound Design: Timm Kipcak

Tutorial: Orhan Kipcak

She said
by Under the given Circumstances

With the recent events in Ukraine and the Russian aggression in mind, this song sounds like a statement against the war; however the text was written long before the invasion started: in November 2020.

The text was written by Lale Rodgarkia-Dara, and the piece was produced by the duo Under the given circumstandes (Rodgarkia-Dara and JUUN).

• The fox of this shelf
• Patti Smith Horses

The bitter demons she calls for. There had been five of them. All in little boxes placed aside the shelf, never on the shelf as she falls for the fallen ones. There had been the taste of a war, she calls out. The demons in the meanwhile are tendering their absurdity, they order food and complain about the platform economy. Can you remember she said. Can you remember the day we went on a desperate walk-looking for the houses on vasilivksy island – interwar-period – and the demons share the fear of the Russian confidence on pure masculinity and knowledge. The opponent will head for extinction. A virus will not stop our forces to start a war. The second demon is crying, she hasn't been invited to the get together, could not chose her meal online, she had to come up with an idea of visibility and cried out: "I will stop drinking. I cannot tell you how I will miss you." You cannot bring up new arguments which are valid at the very moment. Nothing like this girl. The Ukrainian battlefield, retransferred from Afghanistan. Reports of their past, repetition in their present. "Let alone my despair concerning her" the third demon shouts out, without a single noise "I will leave, run away to the Italian shore where the happy life lives in harmony with the golden take-away-shops" They look at him, withdraw their fingers from the European map, laying on the floor. While she is feeding her baby. This mutual feeling of the NATO on our border. The fourth demon is waiting for the delayed train. He had been on his phone for the last 45 minutes but no answer, that would transfer him onto the desired spot.

• Soundless conversations
• Timeless touch of unhappiness, joy and hope.
• What does it sound like?
• Like soundless conversations above us.

• Carefully kicking the last tremor in the rain.
• We harvest the rolls, seven may seem logical to some, the others fear all of them. Afraid of the days to come. The roses uncut, waiting for their journey.

• We wear the wrong trench coat at the right time. It stays wrinkled, it sucks the energy and spits out what it doesn't like. The filter is good to us. We let ourselves be sprinkled at anyway. You reach for me with your hand, and I can hardly believe it.

• At the Otto Wagner platform they have waited, they have gathered, they have pulled the winch above, they have told me that they now have much more to do than I would like, the terraced happiness in slopes they ring, the tweeting trembling grass, they ring.
• My fear is pale green and real. What if I stop hearing them? Like great negotiators without a table, they seem. When they need one, they build it themselves. If you listen, you'll receive.

• The subconscious plays with a time delay. It knows no periods and strokes. It knows no joys It is eternally indebted to life. The subconscious scuffles with death for presence and is lost without grace
• We 3d-print our souls; anew ahead.

• The fifth demon wants to climb up the shelf. It doesn't seem insecure to her. Careful steps of wretched cast-off memories.
• You are the soft hand, the crayoned uncertainty, the pain in the box and soon the fox of this shelf.

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