This week. Different years. Same band. 30 years on stage. Brussels based. Jaune Toujours.
Some weeks are megaphones. Some are radio microphones. Some happen on balconies. Some in the middle of the street.
2003 Halles de Schaerbeek. Supporting Manu Chao at Nunca Máis. A sea of raised hands. A band discovering what happens when urgency meets volume.
2004 A Father’s Day photo shoot. An accordion. A toddler dancing. Music already part of everyday life. Lille. Barricade crosses the border.
2007 Dordrecht. A quiet moment by the water before another show.
2009 Bochum. Backstage beers. Laptop laughter. Then straight back into the lights.
2014 Brussels. PicNic the Streets. The city itself becomes the stage.
2017 Berlin. A radio interview. Songs travelling through conversations as much as concerts.
2020 Lockdown Cheer Up Sessions. The audience looks up from the courtyard. The band plays from the balconies.
2024 Dimanche premieres. Another story leaves the rehearsal room and finds its audience.
Different settings. Same conviction. Still taking songs to festivals, streets, studios and care homes. Still believing music belongs wherever people gather.
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.