Episode 42: Love, Chaos, and the Invisible Power of Radio
Friday the 13th. Some people tremble. Some knock on wood. But we? We press play. Episode 42 of the Salon indie de Mitxoda opened with Patience. Not by accident. Because patience is…
Read MoreFriday the 13th. Some people tremble. Some knock on wood. But we? We press play. Episode 42 of the Salon indie de Mitxoda opened with Patience. Not by accident. Because patience is…
Read MoreFebruary 6th, 2026 There are moments when we allow ourselves to enjoy our victories. Even if calling them small never really feels right. Releasing a new sound, finishing a song, pressing play…
Read MoreLe Salon Indie de Mitxoda — Episode 40 January 30, 2026 There are nights when everything flows. And there are nights when live radio reminds you who’s really in charge. This 40th…
Read MoreIn a world that keeps tilting, between overlapping crises and landmarks quietly collapsing, we instinctively retreat to the places where breath still exists. To what feels most beautiful. Most gentle. Most human.…
Read MoreLe Salon indie de Mitxoda, épisode 38: 16 Jan 2026 Today, we take the long way. We think in French. We breathe in French. We let the music speak French too, even…
Read MoreLe Salon indie de Mitxoda: Episode 37 (January 9, 2026) Some weeks begin with music. Some begin with what the world insists we carry. 2026 has barely started, and yet it already…
Read MoreA new year doesn’t start with fireworks. It starts with silence. The kind that settles after the last plate is cleared, after the room is put back in place, after the noise…
Read MoreNo talk. Just music. Another 2-hour recap, celebrating 2025. The Latest of the Year… Playlist #35 December 26, 2025 Mitxoda – Patience Aliénor – The Raven David Fly – Brother Joo Baldi…
Read MoreDecember 19, 2025 – Special Xmas Edition (2 hours) Happy Holidays. Joyeuses Fêtes. Yes, here we are. That strange, suspended moment of the year where time slows down just enough for us…
Read MoreDecember 12, 2025 A Winter Without Snow, A Season Full of Meaning Mid-December has arrived, yet Brussels remains strangely mild. No snow, no frozen streets, no white silence, and still, we all…
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