This is where the sound happens. MRI, Inselspital Bern. Photo: Janina Neustupny

Tube Techno

Short Essay
by Janina Neustupny

In this essay, our author turns an MRI scan into a rave of sound – reflections on confinement, sonic states of mind, and unexpected moments of liberation.

Pfff-zzz-pfff-zzz-pff-zz – braaaaaaaa. The set begins. Every snarl of the machine conjures millions of brain images that come to life in seconds. My thoughts jam. Transparency has its limits. I return to this tube every year or two, thanks to a micro-tumor that’s been squatting in my head for 15 years – a bit of anarchy has always won my sympathy. They call him a harmless fellow, but he keeps costing me money – a trickster messing with my hormones. Thanks, bud.

Thoughts tangle like pasta. My brain roasts in the narrow tube, uneasy like an overcrowded club. Yet my hearing sharpens. Why do these high-pitched bleeps feel oddly comforting, even liberating?

Stretched on this mattress seeing my blue toe nails, my thoughts flow while bpms rise – ta-ta-ta-ta-ta. How differently can one experience sound? What is it that makes me sky-rocket when a beat tickles through my whole body or a guitar solo makes me pile up like a storm cloud? Ratatat – the tube techno energizes me and resembles the collective spirit like a flash of lightning discharged on a summer evening. A moment of an «us» in this solitude. Ratatat – inner peace, while the pace is still high in the tube.

The bored assistant’s voice cuts in. Machine stops. Music stops. Cold sensation in my arm. Making my brain glow like a flickering lightshow for my radiologist and neurologist. The second set starts. 

Dub-dub-dub-dub-dub-dub-dub second thoughts as well. Has Daft Punk landed here? I feel lonely now, a bit lost. Snarling pulses – tak-tak-tak – spinning around me – tak-tak-tak-tak-pfff – through my body – tak-tak-tak-tak – pfff. They feel more threatening as I long for the lightness of Dimitri Howald’s «7+9=1» levitating me with a sonic hug, beaming me to his own musical universe. Brazilian warmth. All that jazz and love. Far away and always close. 

Tsch-pfff-dadadadadaaaa – draadradraaadraadraaadraaadraaaa, the apotheosis of my session is near, so is my mental state of mind, slipping into acceptance. Buzzing, beeping – whatever. Somehow, tiredness gets to me, I can switch out the sonic inputs totally, blend them off into silence. Like the contrast medium in my veins, my state of mind illuminates and settles for the last minutes of tube techno.

MRI soundscapes can be found on YouTube – a strange kind of techno anyone can tune into.  And composers like Patricia Bosshard and Simon Grab once turned MRI sounds into music.

Biography

Janina NeustupnyJanina Neustupny is Head of Outreach for Norient since 2022. She’s a cultural worker and team member of Musikvielfalt.ch with a passion for connecting artists and pushing projects. Follow her on Instagram, and LinkedIn.

Published on February 18, 2026

Last updated on February 18, 2026

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