This week. Different years. Same band. 30 years on stage. Brussels based. Jaune Toujours.
Some weeks drift. Between highways, radios, balconies. Between naps and noise. Like a roadmovie paused mid frame.

2000 Brussels. La Tentation. BRUSK. Release night. Postcards sent into the city.
2002 Roeselare. Another room joins the map.
2004 Lille. Brussels. Radio waves. Ancienne Belgique. Closer to Manu Chao, they wrote. Closer to the street, we played.
2007 Italy. Milano. Trieste. Stages and backstages. Windows. Sun on staircases. Miles folding into songs.
2009 Germany. Karlsruhe. Gas station goofy. Sunglasses, laughter. Hotel TVs welcoming us by name. Van rides. Same road, different sky.
2020 Brussels balconies. Menthalité à la Menthe. End of Season. Distance held together by rhythm.
2022–2024 Union Saint-Gilloise. Anthem carried forward. From studio to street parade. Voices multiplied.

From postcards to van windows. From radio rooms to football crowds.
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.