This week. Different years. Same band.
 30 years on stage. Brussels based.
 Jaune Toujours.
Some weeks feel like being asked questions
and answering them with sound.

After the gig.
 Backstage. 
In the booth. 
On the street again.


2000–2002
 Bornem. Dranouter. Gent. Antwerp.
Early rooms. 
Dance floors learning the steps.

2004
 Waregem.
 Notes sharpened. 
Edges tested.

2007 
Delft. Lübeck. Hamburg.
Flyers stack up.
 Reviews argue. Baclavas
 appear.
Trumpets still win.

2008 
Koblenz.
 Another room.
 Same breath.

2012 
Leuven.
 Interview lights on.
 Music still ringing in the ears.

2018 
Europeana in the studio.
 Pedals in a line. 
Listening harder than playing.

2019–2020 
Questions return.
 Who plays.
 Why it matters.
 Everyone gets to join.

2025 
Hasselt. 
Crowd in silhouette. 
Letters carried inside.
 One last gig with a friend.
Soundcheck before the lights.

Different places. Same week, stretched across time. We don’t archive the past. We carry it. Still playing. Still moving. Still open to the next room.