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Truth is mine. Interpretation is yours.

Truth is mine. Interpretation is yours.

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I was finally able to put down my amplifier and the 2 guitars I was carrying for what felt like half a marathon. A sleepwalker in a strange place. Having just played a small show at a jam-packed wasbar in Gent, tiredness had kicked in and even though I’ve been in Gent before, it was nighttime and in the dark everything feels foreign to me. Granted, that’s why I prefer it over the daytime though. I figured while my hands were free I’d try to pay my parking fee and call up the elevator. Somehow I started feeling a glimpse of pride for my newfound multitasking abilities.Apparently -2 to 0 is a considerable distance to travel for an elevator so I started pacing up and down inside the glass cage marked “P”, the only indication of a massive, two-story parking garage housing beneath.While I’m waiting I could take a snapshot to throw on my trusty ol’ instagram page. Always a nice reminder of where I was at a particular time and space. I whopped out my phone and started framing like a pro (…). At the instant I flipped the switch in my head from “Nan Goldin-esque” to “Ansel Adam-ish” the door of the elevator opened without the courtesy of warning me with some sort of indicative sound. Maybe it’s just my own fault for assuming this type of aid for the visually impaired would have been installed. Then again… Blind people aren’t the best chauffeurs to begin with, I guess.Anyway, a woman walked out of the elevator and totally surprised me. In a pathetic attempt to not look like a dork photographing an empty public square with the slightest hint of a reflection of a tired twenty-something as an overlay, I turned away having already snapped the shot. Oh and yes, I turned away to the most illogical side (elevator on my right, absolutely nothing on my left). So all in all it probably looked even more stupid than if I’d just kept my cool/geek on.After thinking the damage was done I put my phone away, picked my amp and guitars up and tried to squeeze into the elevator. I didn’t bother looking if the woman had already left the glass booth. I just pushed and banged against the aluminium door and walls of the ridiculously tiny vessel to the underground. Finally made it in and then of course I saw the woman had left the glass cage but was smoking a cigarette outside, just staring at me in what would have looked like one of my most apelike moments. As the door elevator door closes a small speaker on the inside makes a fucking sound to indicate it’s closing… Well, at least the woman was smiling instead of pointing and laughing so I shyly raised my hand and waved to gesture this was my final performance for that night. 
But yeah… That’s why the picture’s blurry. 

I was finally able to put down my amplifier and the 2 guitars I was carrying for what felt like half a marathon.
A sleepwalker in a strange place. Having just played a small show at a jam-packed wasbar in Gent, tiredness had kicked in and even though I’ve been in Gent before, it was nighttime and in the dark everything feels foreign to me. Granted, that’s why I prefer it over the daytime though. 
I figured while my hands were free I’d try to pay my parking fee and call up the elevator. Somehow I started feeling a glimpse of pride for my newfound multitasking abilities.
Apparently -2 to 0 is a considerable distance to travel for an elevator so I started pacing up and down inside the glass cage marked “P”, the only indication of a massive, two-story parking garage housing beneath.
While I’m waiting I could take a snapshot to throw on my trusty ol’ instagram page. Always a nice reminder of where I was at a particular time and space. 
I whopped out my phone and started framing like a pro (…). At the instant I flipped the switch in my head from “Nan Goldin-esque” to “Ansel Adam-ish” the door of the elevator opened without the courtesy of warning me with some sort of indicative sound. Maybe it’s just my own fault for assuming this type of aid for the visually impaired would have been installed. Then again… Blind people aren’t the best chauffeurs to begin with, I guess.
Anyway, a woman walked out of the elevator and totally surprised me. In a pathetic attempt to not look like a dork photographing an empty public square with the slightest hint of a reflection of a tired twenty-something as an overlay, I turned away having already snapped the shot. Oh and yes, I turned away to the most illogical side (elevator on my right, absolutely nothing on my left). So all in all it probably looked even more stupid than if I’d just kept my cool/geek on.
After thinking the damage was done I put my phone away, picked my amp and guitars up and tried to squeeze into the elevator. I didn’t bother looking if the woman had already left the glass booth. I just pushed and banged against the aluminium door and walls of the ridiculously tiny vessel to the underground. Finally made it in and then of course I saw the woman had left the glass cage but was smoking a cigarette outside, just staring at me in what would have looked like one of my most apelike moments. As the door elevator door closes a small speaker on the inside makes a fucking sound to indicate it’s closing… Well, at least the woman was smiling instead of pointing and laughing so I shyly raised my hand and waved to gesture this was my final performance for that night. 

But yeah… That’s why the picture’s blurry. 

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Home again after a great show w/ some lovely folks @ Wasbar (Antwerp).

Home again after a great show w/ some lovely folks @ Wasbar (Antwerp).

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My song: “To Find Something" on TV! (in: De Beste Singer-Songwriter van Vlaanderen (loosely translated as: The Best Singer-Songwriter of Flanders).

I’ve had some really nice responses. Thank you all!

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I had the privilege to open for “Mister & Mississippi”. They make music that I can only describe as musical dreamscapes. Enchanting vocals, floating melodies, crazy dynamics, etc. It wasn’t just a performance. It was an experience.(Photo by Carolien - http://instagram.com/p/ff8uRqjabV/)

I had the privilege to open for “Mister & Mississippi”.
They make music that I can only describe as musical dreamscapes. Enchanting vocals, floating melodies, crazy dynamics, etc. It wasn’t just a performance. It was an experience.

(Photo by Carolien - http://instagram.com/p/ff8uRqjabV/)

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On a hot summer’s day, on a rooftop…

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1’s and 0’s and ink and…

1’s and 0’s and ink and…

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