06 August 2026, 17:00 CEST °°90mil Radio°°
Klett Wandel Live. Monthly Radio Broadcast.
The shapeless entity Klett Wandel beckons your ears to sonic ceremony and rare, unscheduled sound. A surreal audio collage of musique concrete and free associative spoken word prose.
https://radio.90mil.berlin/22 August 2026, 19:30 CEST °°Klamotte°°
Karaoke Evening
A smooth evening of song to warm up the weekend. It's at Klamotteberlin - a cool local second hand clothing store on Leopoldplatz, with a bar and cosy, stylish atmosphere.
https://www.instagram.com/klamotteberlin/20-23 August 2026 °°FLYLEAF Zine Festival°°
Post-it-Note zine-making workshop and a sharing of my mail-art project Mister Fisch
https://flyleaf-festival.org/Details TBC
25 September 2026 °°90Mil Radio Festival°°
Klett Wandel
A live-in-the-flesh iteration of the performative Klett Wandel universe. Improvised cosmic clowning ceremony. Experimental audio, humorous wordplay and physical jiggling.
details TBC
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Slowing down
before beginnings.
Sitting amongst my things.
A ceramic bell
A yellow piggy bank (lockable, empty)
A badge
A chicken pecking toy
Paypal QR codes
The dancing clown
(now thats one for the Wandel)
What if I could dance like him (endlessly)
I fill his drawer with stars and moons
and pass them amongst the patrons
who pick one or two
with tweezers
and a single glove.
My stuff.
when I slow down
it becomes more.
The clown has flowers
on his ankles.
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Oh Hello
There is always more time to procrastinate
If you know you are procrastinating, does that make it alright?
Cold reality gradually erodes the fortress of denial - dissolves the stone walls and penetrates the crypt where you are eventually found lying naked in the dead of night watching the fifth episode in a row of Breaking Bad. Self-loathing dwells there.
Not today. This procrastination is just for a moment. And it is somewhat productive.
Why.
Why.
Why not just do the thing.
What's at the core of the avoidance.
The anticipation of discomfort. Maybe it is just nice to roll around in this blurry feeling of control and agency - I can choose to sabotage myself ...
That's my right.
Like smoking.
Anyway, that's enough of that.
What else.
time.
endless time.
I don't have to finish this page.
UPDATE: I did the thing.
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Hello.
Okay, what's new
The Karaoke Mic Bike's business card has had a facelift.
Captivating details include:
the use of hole punch stamps to produce a rounded corner with a moon and a star shaped hole, and also a colourful sun shape in the center and a musical note in the lower-right corner.
Produced from Post-it-Notes. The colours are wonderful together ... almost as if someone thought it through for me.
Then there is the little pull-out slip which houses a QR code for PayPal so people may donate if they feel so inclined
I could show you...
https://thomasmayer.co.uk/website/img/businessCard.jpgI am thinking about the online karaoke archive. how to make it happen. how to pitch it and spread the word.
well, anyway.
Things appear to be moving.
That's always a good feeling.
Hard to put my finger on it. There are various strands.
A new collaboration is coming to fruition ... Mister Fisch becomes more conceptual, and thus, how to retain the hearty core
I have places for things ... online and out there.
The erruption of grief the other day. Like healing work.
and the rise of Fascism today.
and July the 14th is international Nakedness Day
Naked Karaoke, hosted by Bleach.
Someone rang the doorbell twice early this morning, then knocked.
Sorry, too early for giving you your Amazon package.
I work this evening. merely 6 hours - a cakewalk.
Little confetti of suns and stars and musical notes in post-it-note colours.
funny.
tactile.
present.
butoh.
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Hello
Today at the flea market
I bought
for 8 euros
a wireless microphone transmitter and receiver
and for another 8 euros
three remote control plug socket switch thingies
and for a fiver
4 little clickety decorative hole punchers
with the shapes of a sun, a water drop, a star/moon combo
and a line of musical notes.
The latter stamp, i will use to adorn my Karaoke Mic Bike post-it-note based business cards.
And finally, for one euro, a nice old Abus padlock
which smells of aged metal.
For me that counts as a well-utilised Sunday.
Though I am aware of my gradually growing pile of stuff.
The addictive quality of it.
stuff.
Aside from that, I am in a wonderful phase of life.
I feel quite fulfilled in many ways.
Yesterday I experienced an erruption of deep grief
and it was quite beautiful
and unexpected
I sigh.
There is much for me to be glad about.
like coffee ...
like friendship
and love.
being loved.
being understood.
the little hole punch stamps produce positive cuttings of the shapes as a biproduct of the hole.
Sun and Moon Confetti. Fluorescent.
Tiny musical notes.
Theres another thing to be glad about
maybe.
That's all for now.
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Hello
I am the owner of The Golden Schlager Archive
Let's have a look at the years. They are all there from 1951 - 1979 (with 2 copies of 1966). Three decades of Schlager. That should keep things rolling smoothly in between karaoke songs. Not to mention Je t'aime - the orchestral organ album.
it is perfect.
Clickedy clack go the keys today. I like that. I like that I sit here by my window.
With a yellow typewriter going clacka ckalacka.
with a Hammond organ playing Je t'aime with orchestral string accompaniment.
That's good.
that's what an almost 40 year old should be up to.
No kids ...
Then comes the advert to remind me that I am not performing at my sexual peak. Because I am not doing special Kegal exercises.
Well, if the algorithm got one thing right, it's that.
I get coffee
The idea of transcribing this text from paper into digital form and putting it on my little notey website page is making me mildly giddy.
It's not that I expect anyone to read it...but it is there. The knowledge that it is there...and someone might just have a little look, and thus will know the true depth of my thinging...
on subjects like looking out of the window
on subjects like how it felt when my carework client treated me as if I was worthless (saddening)
on subjects like how dependent I am on A.I. for decision making and empathy
Stuff like that.
And that will do for today.
My fingers have helped to put through what wanted to be said.
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As a careworker you sometimes become the receptacle for aggression and not-very-respectful speech. I wonder why that is. And why, if it is supposedly not personal, does it still hurt.
UPDATE: apology accepted :)
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This weekend I went all out on the karaoke mic bike. There were a lot of crazy moments of celebration. I felt accepted in the world. Why do I need these kinds of outlets in order to feel of worth. They are very specific. Couldn't I just join a singing class?
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I wandered into a second hand shop and inherited a web developers entire setup for 150 euros. An electric standing desk, two screeens, mechanical keyboards, HD webcam, a lifetimes supply of usb cables, and much more. I like the clickedy clack of this keyboard and it lights up seductively.