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In (the outskirts of) Bruges… End of April we played the first of 2 concerts for the very cosy festival Uitwijken at Kruisabele, Brugge, with some nice spring days peeping around the corner… Good times! Photos 1, 2, 4, 5 & 6 by Beer Vanhoutte

This week. Different years. Same band. 30 years on stage. Brussels based. Jaune Toujours. Some weeks are made of many small stages. End of April. Beginning of May. Labour Day. Rooms, streets, festivals, gatherings. 2000 Meerbeke. Hometown air. First circles. 2001–2003 Waregem. Lochristi. Brussels. Leuven. Vught. Public squares. Cultural centres. Songs moving through people. 2002 Foire! Heusden-Zolder. Light, objects, sound. The stage stretches. 2004–2011 Liège. Kassel. Delft. München. Brussels. From festivals to street corners. Same energy, different walls. 2014–2019 Antwerp. Grimbergen. Brussels. Sit-Nick. I Love May. Music where people meet. 2020 Everything shifts. Balconies in Laken. Hospital courtyards in Ukkel. Sidewalk sessions. A father and son sharing a song. Distance, but still connection. Some shows cancelled. Others appear on the spot. 2023–2024 Back in Laken. Writing. Recording. Vertigo taking shape. Many places. Same impulse. To play. To gather. To keep the line open. 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.

This week. Different years. Same band. 30 years on stage. Brussels based. Jaune Toujours. Some weeks are roads. Backstage corridors. Italian sunlight. Van seats that remember everything. 1998 Brussels. Irisfeesten. The city already listening. 2001–2004 Belgium, Netherlands. Clubs, cultural centres. Songs learning how to travel. 2006 Bonn. Harmonie. Guestbooks signed, sweat still drying. 2007 Italy. Varese. Milano. Vercelli. Trumpets in parks. Chess on terraces. Fruit pie backstage. A speeding ticket as souvenir. 2009 Köln. Another room, same pulse. 2016 Brussels. Music on the streets. Sound as statement. 2019 Albertina. Afterwork, but never after energy. 2020 Balconies. The world paused. Music leaned out the window. 2024 Choux Box Studio. A new voice enters. Next generation on the mic. Vertigo takes another breath. 2025 Belsele. Encore in the crowd. No distance left. From sidewalks to stages. From radio silence to shared air. 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.

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.

This week. Different years. Same band. 30 years on stage. Brussels based. Jaune Toujours.​ From basements to rooftops. From cafés to crowds that don’t fit the room. 1999–2001 Brussels. Gent. Magasin 4. La Tentation. Café Damberd. Close quarters. Sweat, brass, first collisions. 2006 Karlsruhe. Tollhaus. Press raves. Energy translated into headlines. 2008 Mouscron. Another room. Same push forward. 2014 Florange. Stages across borders. Songs travelling light. 2019 London. Brixton. Hootenanny. Packed floor. Bodies jumping in waves. Backstage: bunkbeds, pool cues, tight corridors. 2020 Brussels. Balconies again. Ska-Man. Save le monde. Music crossing the street without leaving home. 2023 Rouvroy. Stage lights on familiar faces. Still sharp. Still moving. 2024 Studio. Megaphone vocals. New songs taking their first breath. Press clippings. Toy versions. Real sweat. From cellar rooms to crowded nights in Brixton. 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.