This week. Different years. Same band. 30 years on stage. Brussels based. Jaune Toujours.
Some weeks travel far. Others circle back home.
2001–2002 Zandvliet. Eindhoven. Ieper. Early roads. Gear in the back. Future still unwritten.
2004 Brussels rooftops. Ici BXL. A city dancing between takes. Extras, neighbours, a child in the foreground. Life entering the frame.
2009 Strasbourg. Printemps des Bretelles. Bellows breathing across borders.
2011 Leuven. A square becomes a stage.
2014 Ouagadougou. Concrete stages. School yards. Night bars. Music learning new accents. Listening as much as playing.
2016 Brussels. After the attacks. Radio waves carrying something fragile. Holding space.
2017 Ouagadougou again. Returning is different from arriving.
2019 Brussels. Tour de France departure. Crowds like currents.
2020 Balconies. Distance, but not silence.
2022 Peace demo. Flags, voices, breath together.
2023 Blankenberge. Union stage. Songs among workers.
2025 Germany. Moers. Lübeck. Bremerhaven. New rooms. Same pulse.
From rooftops to red dust. From radio studios to street corners.
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.