This week. Different years. Same band. 30 years on stage. Brussels based. Jaune Toujours.
Some weeks are about the road as much as the destination.

2002 Paris. Two nights at La Maroquinerie. Petrol stations. Courtyards. The city waiting just beyond the venue doors.
2008 Canada. A ferry to Vancouver Island. A campsite where someone had turned the roof of a van into the perfect evening living room. And another UK gig where even the rear-view mirror became a camera.
2011 Winnipeg Folk Festival. Golf carts between stages. Interviews under prairie skies. Thousands of festivalgoers sharing the same songs.
2016 Bodvalenke. Hungary. New friends. A village audience waiting patiently before the first note.
2017 Stuttgart. A concert for Freunde & Refugees. Music crossing borders in more ways than one.
2019 Diksmuide. 4AD. Low lights. Loud brass. A room full of people leaning into the music.
2020 Outdoor concerts during Covid. Gardens. Care homes. Church squares. Finding ways to keep playing, even while keeping our distance.
2025 Uccle. Summer again. New faces in the band. Old rituals still intact. Including, apparently, another game of chess backstage.

Different countries. Different audiences. Different summers. Still packing the van. Still finding the next stage.
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.