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Did you get here through daisy cools.com?

September 18, 2017
daisycools, songwriter, daisy cools

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 live anywhere near you soon. Thank you for that!   We’re making real progress at the studio and I’m already singing the vocals for my new four albums. Yes. Four. You didn’t know? Well, this crazy idea turned out to be such a big project and a huge change for…

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Portuguese Stories The Translation Trip

Songwriting in Beja, Portugal

May 25, 2017

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 of bed and went outside half asleep to walk the dog it dawned on me: it was time for a break from winter in Rotterdam. Sunrays, vinhos verdes and charming streets…I could almost feel, taste and see it: Beja.   And the best thing about it: it would be the…

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Columns Stories

Party crasher seeking international parties

March 8, 2017
daisy cools, party crasher, singer songwriter, rotterdam

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 cake’ into Italian. He doesn’t answer. However, all of a sudden he smiles, turns around, runs towards the kitchen and returns with a large piece of tiramisu.   This isn’t working. There’s not much time left, because my new album will be out soon. In four languages. I’m translating all…

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French Stories

I’ve come to tell you I’m going away

September 15, 2016
going away, parc buttes chaumont, paris

Photo taken by Jessica de Ligt during the making of the video for Be Good/The Paris File.  Writing this whilst listening to: Berry, Mademoiselle (album) Location: my balcony, Rotterdam Drink: Viña Tarapacá, Valle Central, Chile, Chardonnay, 2015 A freezing cold evening, February 2011. I’m gathering my stuff which is lying around the small apartment in the 19th arrondissement. Checking every drawer, going through the tiny rooms, packing my bags. I’m about to turn off the radio when I hear a…

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