French, Stories
It’s always a good idea to go to France
Writing and singing in four languages. I knew it would be challenging, but right now, in the midst of writing and recording, I can say it’s all- consuming and rewarding…
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Live, StoriesOn stage in March
Hey there! Here’s a quick message. A very quick message. 😉 We’re performing live twice this month: March 29th at 19:00: The release of Judith Vissers’ new book ‘Zondagskind’! We’re…
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Live, StoriesLive: January 28th – Theatre Stadsgehoorzaal, Vlaardingen
On Sunday, the 28th of January at 14:00 the band and I will perform at Stadsgehoorzaal Vlaardingen. We will try out some of the new songs and I will sing…
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StoriesHappy 2018! (and first gig announcement)
Hey there! All the best for 2018! May it be full of love and adventure. I hope this year started off beautifully for you. It did for me. I’m looking…
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Columns, StoriesTricked by my father
2017. It’s hailing. I’m carrying my heavy guitar and my red vinyl record case to the tram stop, wondering if I’ll be able to make ends meet this…
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StoriesDid you get here through daisy cools.com?
Did you get here through daisycools.com? If so, I’m glad you did. Maybe you were looking to find out more about my music or checking if I’d be playing…
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French, StoriesHouse in the country
Just a few photos of the sweet countryside in France, where I’m currently writing songs. Yes, there’s a cow in our kitchen. Almost. 😉 Have a nice day! …
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Portuguese, Stories, The Translation TripSongwriting in Beja, Portugal
One chilly morning in February I woke up with this restless feeling. First I couldn’t quite figure out what it meant, but when I finally managed to drag myself out…
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Columns, StoriesParty crasher seeking international parties
The Italian waiter stares at me with glazed eyes. “Piece of cake…?” he mumbles. I nod. I just asked him if he knows how to translate the phrase ‘piece of…
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Columns, StoriesPlenty of time
Sunday Morning, 06:45 Rotterdam/The Hague Airport. I place my coat, phone and laptop in one of the white containers. My bag follows on the belt. I pass through the metal…
