‘t is haos weer dee tied van ‘t jaor …

Op een kolde winteraovond, as ‘t vrus as ‘t bast. Op de vievers en de bekk’n daor glimt ‘t ies as glas. Op de bulten van de Hummelse hei ligt een dik pak snee. Op de lösse plekken in het bos loopt sporen van een ree. Ies kan liehn, ies kan liehn, Mèrgen gaot wi-jContinue reading “‘t is haos weer dee tied van ‘t jaor …”

Gritmoaners

Last Sunday I travelled to Westdorpe, a small village in Zeeuws-Vlaanderen, to visit a cosy blues cafe called ” ‘t Oude Raedhuis “. There would be a performance by the Gritmoaners! Of course, I took my camera with me, because “If I can’t take my camera … I won’t go!” It was organised by “www.polderblues.com”Continue reading “Gritmoaners”

If no one asks, then no one answers That’s how every empire falls …

Caught a train from Alexandria Just a broken man in flight Running scared with his devils Saying prayers all through the night Oh but mercy can’t find him Not in the shadows where he calls Forsaking all his better angels That’s how every empire falls The bells ring out on Sunday morning Like echoes fromContinue reading “If no one asks, then no one answers That’s how every empire falls …”