When My Body Cancels Before I Do
Mitxoda Weekly #105 – Three albums, an invisible illness, and a Belgian radio show. This week, three albums from my life are having birthdays. Nirvana’s Nevermind turns 35. In a Bar, Under…
Read MoreMitxoda Weekly #105 – Three albums, an invisible illness, and a Belgian radio show. This week, three albums from my life are having birthdays. Nirvana’s Nevermind turns 35. In a Bar, Under…
Read MoreThis Friday, I received a gift. A real one. A parcel arrived from Germany, from Rosdorf, to be precise, sent by Éléonore Palmegratz aka Aliènor. Its a wonderful pack, a CD inside.…
Read MoreMaison Vide, Some houses become empty. Others keep everything. The house is empty now. That sentence sounds practical. Finished, almost. A task completed, a door closed, a line crossed off a list.…
Read MoreIndiependence Day 2026 is over. The music has stopped, but something is still moving. There are weekends that end when you get home. And then there are weekends that keep travelling with…
Read MoreThere is a peculiar moment at an independent music gathering when the map collapses. Germany, Belgium and all the other places people travelled from stop being distances. Names that normally appear beneath…
Read MoreMost new music enters my life in the least romantic way possible. An email. A Spotify link. A Bandcamp page. A SoundCloud track. Sometimes a very long press release. Sometimes three words…
Read More🇳🇿 Vanessa Tottle — Invisible Rose🎛️ Electronic / Trip-Hop • August 21, 2026Born alone at a Wellington hotel bar, complete with real field recordings of cocktails being shaken and poured, Invisible Rose…
Read MoreWho are we actually talking to? What are we trying to fill, to repair, to affirm? What are we trying to prove – if anything? And perhaps the question that sometimes hurts…
Read MoreIf you came here from Mitxoda Weekly #101, you already know where this started. I asked a simple question: Why do we still make music? Despite the noise. Despite the algorithms. Despite…
Read MoreHappy is the one who goes on holiday. I wish we could invent little proverbs like that all year long. I’ve just returned from Andalusia, and some of the landscapes are still…
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