Born 1985 and currently living in Mexico. Loves stuff and things. You can contact Moka personally at motelmoka(at)gmail.com.

is mostly active at his own mp3 blog, Bricolage Fantasy but has also been seen posting at Skylab now and songs for the sirens. He currently can be spotted down south. Also at: Bricolagefantasy (a-t) gmail.com, last.fm

is Marta Castro. Graphic designer and sexiest blogger in Spain. She blogs about erotism and subculture at Dadanoias and Ternura Porno. She lives in Barcelona.

He’s from a lost-tropical point of the mexican south east. He is a one of the firsts hermits from the jungle. Now,  studies sociology.  Has a PhD  in Cartoons of the mid 80′s & 90′s.  Favourite movie: Titanic. Favourite director: Steven Spielberg. Book: The Monk who sold his Ferrari or any from Paulo Coehlo.  Hobbies: Listen to music, fun with his friends and enjoying the time with the family.
Believe me, he is a normal guy. You can find him on:
Last.fm / sfschils(at)gmail.com / His tumblr

Andras lives in Melbourne, Australia, and is a collector and selector of vinyl, VHS, film, and other cheap and discarded media. He was chosen to attend the Red Bull Music Academy in London 2010, and had a very good time indeed. You can find him haunting record stores and playing in venues from time to time… soundcloud facebook vimeo

is Bob from the Netherlands. Bob is from 1982 and lives and works in Amsterdam. He grew up subsequently wanting to become a waiter, tennis ball-boy and ambulance driver but ended up in the financial sector instead after having studied Accountancy & Controlling at the University of Groningen. Besides pineapple ice cream, Tarkovsky films and girls with dimples in their cheeks when they smile Bob likes record shopping or hanging out at the Bimhuis and Paradiso. For more info or to contact him personally you can visit his myspace or last.fm.

A product of 1987, Baltimore, Atlanta, DC, Manhattan, and American pop culture. Beyond blogging, s_s is a student by occupation, drummer by passion, and culture vulture by necessity. She stopped by the Motel in 2007 and hasn’t left since – it’s the free morning coffee and newspaper on the doorstep.

is an architecture student. She is currently living in Guadalajara, Mexico.

is a 21 year old student from Beijing, China. 

Kosmiche hippie. Besides contributing to the motel Makrugaik writes at Another night on earth. He lives in Johannesburg, South Africa.

is a 23 year-old web editor, from the city of Monterrey, Mexico. She fell in love with music at the age of 3, when her mother gave her an LP in her birthday. Her current proyects are weshallbefree, a blog that collects gigs and music events in the city, collaborations in metroblog ochocuartos, typohunting at perdida en el súper, and music writing for local publication La Rocka (printed). Her job in the motel is to keep the blog running and very web 2.0.

b. 1985, living and studying knowledge about culture in Poznan (PL). Listening, watching, reading and so on… Also see here.

is an abstract and noise artist exploring the areas of computer noise vs plunderphonica. He has released his work on Tib Prob and Retinascan and has recently started his own record label Hair Club Tapes. Some of his work is available for download at the internet archive as well as on the retinascan label. He lives in Wilmington, North Caroline.

is our guest, the artist behind the beautiful music is art. Currently combining music and exploring the Gotham city with keen eyes.

is a 21 year old student from Istanbul, Turkey. last.fm

is the moniker behind Adam Heathcott. Adam runs the Hometapes record label with his wife, Sarah Padgett, and will rarely blog at something less than intended. Rumors has it that a couple of musical projects with Matt Crum of Feathers are on the horizon as well as an eventual solo album. He is currently living in Boulder, Colorado.

is an old guy who thinks the world is a nice place to hang around.  He can be reached at:  duchamp [at] duchamp.inbox5.com

See also alumni: Berbercho Productions, crish and oum, GiL

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The song makes its imprint
in the air, making itself felt,
a felt world. Here, there,
the stunned silence

of knowing I will not remember
what I heard;

futures that will never happen,
a fluidity we cannot achieve
except as a child
creating possibility.

This is the untranslatable song
hidden in the earth.

-Untranslatable Song [1]