Friday, December 31, 2010

Winter (sport) vacation in Belgium

This is an exceptional winter....53 days with snow already in 2010 (18 in 2009, 2 in 2008, none in 2007...) but I love it.  As it gave me the feeling that this Christmas vacation was some sort of winter sport vacation....but still in Belgium.

Last week we strolled through some wonderful winter towns  and we enjoyed some skiing again (both downhill & cross-country) with visiting friends & family.

Monschau, Germany


Cross-country skiing at the Botrange

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Made in Belgium: TC Matic

At the end of the year it's time for a good party and hitlists with the best music all time. And some of Belgium's greatest all time hits are made by TC Matic so we can't miss those.

In April I had posted about Arno but the start of his career and his very best music dates back from TC Matic. (I had already several comments on my post of Arno that I had left out these songs) . So get ready for some avant-garde rock from the start of the 80ies.   Let's party.

Oh la la la

Putain Putain

Monday, December 27, 2010

Shiny isn't always good....but can be funny

At the end of December, a few days before Christmas, right before our vacation would start our exams ended. Aaaaah after a few weeks of enormous stress in our teenage life we could deflate and enjoy a bit of unofficial vacations while our teachers were correcting our exams and while our parents were still working.  We traditionally went hunting for some Christmas presents, we often went to Ghent by train to the movie theatre....and usually my friends came over to watch a video at our house.  We didn't have the habit to go and hang out at each other's houses at all, apart from some occasional visits during the summer and these post-exam video sessions.

We watched the "The Little Match Girl" TV movie from 1987 which I had taped once. By the time my parents came home they found much to their surprise 5 15-year old girls in tears with swollen red cheeks. But we kept assuring them that we were fine and that it was oooh so beautiful, after which they left us alone in the living room with our tear jerker.

Before dinner time everyone left and I took my bike to ride along through the winter cold up to the main crosspoint where everybody's roads would part.  2 went straight one, 1 turned left and the last 2 kept chit-chatting along at the traffic lights not wanting to part yet. There was still sooo much to tell and the afternoon had been so cosy. The lights turned red and green again and we were still there.

"Look there's someone walking back on the bike road there"
"She looks a bit like M"
The figure was waving at us with the arms high up in the air. 
"That is M!'"
For a moment we stared surprised in the dark at the walking figure, shiny in the reflection of the road lamps and then we got on our bikes to approach the trail of big grey circles she left on the concrete with each step.  Getting closer, it hit us that she was soaking wet.

"I rode into the gracht" she yelled half laughing, half crying.
We had to bite our lips not to start laughing at the sight of her dripping posture, clothes hanging heavily along her body.  I can't explain but there was something rather hilarious about that picture.
"My bike's still in the water, I'm gonna be late for dinner"  she now said with a rising level of panic so we bit our lips a bit harder, biked along her puddle trace until it lead us right to the edge of the water in order to look for her bike in the undeep ditch.  With a calculated jump across the water we positioned ourselves each on one side and we plunged our hands into the water. Accompagnied with quite some gigles and shrieks when we risked losing our balance, we managed to catch the bike frame and lift it up and set it on the road again dripping next to our shivering friend.

She almost took off because she really was late for dinner now and she still had to bike for another 45 minutes to home and I believe the cold had frozen her brain or so.  But we were in the majority to convince her that the only acceptable & smart thing to do was return with us to my home to get dry clothes and phone home.  She thought that was too much hassle, that my clothes would never fit etc  but she followed us nevertheless.

And so my parents were quite surprised again to hear 3 girls coming back in stumbling into the garage.  Some towels, a hairdryer, loaned clothes and a phone call later, M could finally hop back on her bike with the promise not to ride into the ditch again.  And I was left with a rather unusual Christmas memory that always leaves a smile on my face. Sorry M, I hope you warmed up fine.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Lizard cage

I might have seen her books a few times already when checking if there were any unread books from Michael Connely or Beverly Connor on the library shelf. There were none this time of those 2 authors that I had not already read. So my eye had fallen on Karen Connelly's "Lizard cage" which ended up on my little pile next to my bed.

It was only later at home when I had started the story and had seen the reference to "Touch the dragon" on the backside that it hit me. Touch the dragon! Was this the same author? Really?

My sister had received "Touch the dragon" as a gift many years ago after her year as exchange student in Canada. She had given to me to read it after I had returned back home from my exchange. "Touch the dragon" is the story of a Canadian girl going on a Rotary exchange to a little village on the countryside of Thailand. The culture shock was immense, the language barrier huge and the struggles considerable. And yet Karen had managed to settle in and become part of the village life in Thailand and she learned to love her new environment.
I had loved the book as it was in some extent also my story. We were both united in our experience of travelling across the world at the age of 17-18 to settle in a new unknown family, new school, conquer language confusion etc. Her homesickness was mine, her love for her new friends and her new environment was mine as well. But her story also made my exchange seem so safe and easy. No matter how much I have loved my Canadian adventure and consider it as my second home country, I've always been left to wonder after reading Karen's book whether my personality would have matured a lot more if I had chosen a far more 'exotic' culture as country of destination.
Anyway...apparently Karen had grown into a successful author in the mean time.

When reading "Lizard Cage"  it is clear that she still holds very strong ties with Asia. The story is about a young political prisoner in Burma, locked up in harsh solitary confinement for writing popular protest songs. Despite the hardships, mental & physical torture he manages to impact the lives he touches in prison and outside and he can develop a friendship with a little orphan boy who tries to survive in prison as he has no other place to go to.  While in the background Aung San Suu Kyi gets released for the first time (which was very odd as just when reading that...she was released again last month), the story develops at the same time in a very suffocating and haunting yet very touching way. The fact that the book deals with Aung San Suu Kyi was a shocker as at first I though the story had been set several decades ago but , although fiction, this turns out to be about modern Myanmar.  I had some trouble to get into the story at first and I think I'm lacking some Asian cultural references and I wasn't used to the style of writing. Honestly, at the start I thought reading it to the end would be a struggle.  But when I was nearing the end, I was both addicted and also sad that it would end.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Made in Belgium: Milow

Traditionally all Belgians (and Dutch) gather up in the week before Christmas for the charity campaign "Music For Live" where radio Studio Brussel DJ's lock themselves up in a glass studio house on a busy market square with only liquids to drink while presenting 24/24 while the rest of the country pays for music requests and come to announce a long series of "xxx for live" actions. Schools bake cookies, divers jump in the cold water 'dive for live', we break the world record 'quiz for live', choirs join up for street singing 'sing for live', politicians don't tweet a week 'for live', ...   I'm sure someone even farts "for live". Hey, if it gathers money for the red cross, that's fine for me!  I sure enjoy the solidarity feeling and the good music.

This year's theme song is brought by Milow, so a good moment to introduce this singer-songwriter.
He has only created his first CD in 2006 although it seems as if he's already been around for ages (discovering other talents such as Selah Sue...right Betsy  ;)) . He caught the world's attention by covering 50 cent's "Ayo technology" in his very own style which is actually some of the few covers that is way better than the original.  

I like Milow, as long as I don't hear him too often.  In the latter case , he gets too whiny and repetitive and since he's scored some tremendous hits , I do dare to change radio station when he gets airplay.  But hey, it's Music for Live this week, so I'm 'blogging Milow for live' :p

Never gonna stop - Music for live  campaign - dec 2010

Ayo Technology -

Ayo Technology - live - 2009

You don't know

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Snow delight (& snow horror)

Last winter we had our eye at our current weekend spot already and we were cursing that we couldn't go there yet given all the snow Belgium got last winter.

Ha, how happy are we to have a record winter already.   18 snow days by mid December: we broke the 1945 record (cfr snow during the Battle of the Ardennes). Airports close partially in Europe everywhere and have to host a lot of stranded passengers, trucks are forbidden to ride so supplies run low at places, trains don't ride as the personnel doesn't get at the train stations or track switches are frozen, ...  But it looks like I might experience my first white Christmas ever! Woohoo, that's about time.

So by now there's already 60cm of snow at the High Fens of the Ardennes. So apart from treating our muscles to some shovelling activities and some new cross-country skiing moves, we can profit a lot more of all the snow opportunities in Belgium's "snow walhalla" :p.  
So last weekend we went to a nearby calm small ski-hill where I could refresh my long forgotten ski skills. As you can see Belgium's ski-hills are impressive, huge & extremely challenging but I had good fun and regained some of my lost confidence to be on skis. I'm not quite ready to return to the Alps but it does feel like more. Look look, I don't plow constantly anymore ;).

The next day my brother-in-law came to sledge a bit with the kids. 

Unfortunately it was snowing massively, covering everything with a new thick white pack in record speed. As a result my fear of a long trouble some drive back to Leuven came reality.  All truck traffic had been forbidden in the south of Belgium, ...not that such a rule truly kept them from happily sliding along in the middle lane. Argh. The roads were greatly covered in snow as this amount of snow cannot be handled by the plows in Belgium so everything was creeping along. Pure horror for me, although it wasn't quite as bad yet as that worst snow drive. We only had 2h delay this time before I could crash in the sofa, dreaming about nice easy bunny-hills to ski and snow free roads.  And enjoy the fact that I have Christmas vacation and I don't have to leave the house if I don't feel like it

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Previous week

With newspapers reporting constantly the increasing number of train delays in Belgium, I took a train 1 hour early as 10 min connection cannot be trusted.  However the big board announced my reserved train with a big +55m in red next to the arrival time. Ugh.  My ticket wasn't exchangable but I got the advice to ask the train conductor whether they'd allow me on the previous train (which would pass by more or less when my train should have taken off).   I had nothing to lose when asking and I won my seat :)

In the cold and dark I found myself a spot on a tram riding through Amsterdam, crossing the grachten towards my hotel room where I'd spend the rest of the night in a warm bed.

The next day filled with meeting people, shaking hands, discussing projected phrases over and over again and expressing opinions carefully and then wondering how these came across being impressed by the people represented around the table.

Squeezing in a big room overcrowded with people, in search for some familiar faces...of which were surprisingly more to be found than anticipated. Beers, dressed up directors, dancing, ...maybe the Dutch didn't completely exaggerate the reputation of their X-mas party. Not quite the party of the century, but too much fun to leave before it was over :p.

Waking up tired in a pouring city on my first day of my vacation, seeking a dry refuge in the Rijksmuseum.  You can always count me in for a round of gazing at old master pieces, checking out the little details on the paintings and eagerly trying to absorb all explaining texts.  Time flies when you're having fun but usually my feet tell me I've got to move on.

Despite the rain I started walking across the city with my trolley towards the train's a pity to be in a city as Amsterdam and only spend time inside.  After a few minutes the rain transformed into snow and the little bridges turned into slippery white challenges and my trolley pulled heavier all the time.  

It took a little too long to figure out how to get my train ticket and find the correct platform so I had to wait for the next train. While crossing the Dutch countryside, I could see the landscape getting profoundly white and the traffic slower and slower. Waiting at the hotel lobby for Jan to make it there until we could head together to his company's X-mas dinner.  More shaking hands, having a drink, dinner and socialising a bit more in the bar.

Waking up in another hotel room, even more tired, ready to drive home before the new snow would hit our roads. Home sweet home :)

Friday, December 17, 2010

About shovelling and very hungry birds

A pretty active snow front has covered Belgium/ The Netherlands/ France & Germany yesterday and in Eastern Belgium there's now about 40cms of snow. Fortunately there was no new showers this morning in the east of the country so we were spared from the traffic chaos elsewhere.

Our neighbours deserve a shovelling medal!

But the last bit was still untouched white territory for us to clear ...

Our back terrace where I had left 4 seedballs last Sunday looked like a war zone for food while all off them had been eaten completely.  Holy , 4 of them in one week? Looks like the terrace has been a pretty crowded place.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Made in Belgium: Triggerfinger

A group that has only recently come on my radar is Triggerfinger.  I don't know a lot of them yet although they've been around for a while.   They have a super live reputation and it's quite noticable when surfing on youtube as almost all clips you can find are live concerts. Just recently they had a concert in the AB in Brussels which has gotten very very good reviews.

As it is - October 2010

New sensation - with Selah Sue - oct 2009

Short term memory love

First tast - 2008

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Slip sliding along

After 2 weeks of early snow showers and constant freezing, it had ironically started to thaw by the time we returned. Positive temperatures and drizzling rain is killing snow rather quickly so a lot of the nearby skihills were closing or had disappointly low snow levels left.  So we headed to Belgium's highest point nearby again hoping that that one or two degrees less there would make the difference and it did.  Much to our surprise it was very calm out there...clearly the rest of the country didn't belief there would be still snow left at the Botrange.

So my prediction came true: this is a post of cross-country skiing at the High Fens :)

I had attempted to cross-country ski once before...15 years ago in when I started off I gave a little shriek at every tiny bump on the trail, frightened to loose my balance whenever my skis would slide in any direction.  A man teaching a girl how to take a good posture, asked us whether we needed some teaching as well.   Tsss people jump to conclusions so easily these days ;)

Little by little I got more the hang of it and I felt quite proud of my own progress. That was of course until a local wooshed by with an impressive style and dito speed.  Ha,  I can slide in such nice big forward V's as well!  Well, after loosing my balance 3 times within one minute attempting to copy him, I decided a decent tourist style is good enough :). And now I can enjoy the feeling of some unknown muscles for the rest of the day.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Made in Belgium: Soulsister

As a young teenager I really liked the music made by Soulsister.   The big hit "The way to your heart" even made it into the  Billboard hot 100. I remember asking an Australian exchange student very proudly if she knew the number after which she claimed they had an awful English accent. pffff, what did I know, I hardly spoke any English yet, let alone I would be able to distinguish the accent. I wasn't impressed by her criticism. Come on, they rocked and they were cute.

There was a brief reunion in 2008 but both Paul and Jan are back into their own projects so it seems. Paul Michiels seems to be more into jazz lately where I was very happy to read this week that Jan Leyers would work on a new travel/interview program & book. Looking forward to read/see the follow up to the "Road to Mecca" and the "shadow of the cross".

The way to your heart - 1989

Locks & Keys unplugged

Broken - 1993

Through before we even started

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Look who knocked on our door

The anticipation on presents and candy was big all afternoon, the activity rather hyper especially after a couple of false knocks on the door.

But finally Sinterklaas and 2 Zwarte Pieten arrived throwing cookies through the room and the noise got silent when Sinterklaas read out of his book. The kids sang some Sinterklaassongs rather reluctantly but were more enthusiastic when getting their candy and toys.  They hardly noticed when the Sint left again on his way to visit more children. He's still got a looooong night ahead of him.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Made in Belgium: Willem Vermandere

When I hear about the "renaissance" man who excelled in many different arts and didn't limit himself to one stream, I sometimes think of Willem Vermandere. He writes, he composes, he plays the clarinette and the guitar, he's a sculptor and he's a philosopher.   His music is sometimes playful and trivial but often very critical for our society, something I absolutely love.  It's pure and simple without much pretences with a day-to-day dialect used and roots in folk music.  Very often he writes very personal (a litany for the loss of his grandchild Rune, a song about his friend Steentje, ...)  , other times he links to current events in society.

I've seen him several times already at festivals or smaller concerts.  Always you see a wide range of generations coming to his music. 

Steentje - 1976
(the story of a friend missionary who went to Northern Alberta in Canada to live with the Cree Indians and who died there as a member of the tribe)

Duizend soldaten - 1976
(If you ever pass through the "westhoek" , through the rain and northern wind, you return in the time , you'll find the war here and the graves of thousands soldiers always someone"s fatur or someone's child.
we say it's going well in our country and we've locked the peace in our laws. We're still producing weapons but with much more intelligence now but only to prevent the war
It the war that you'll find here and the graves of thousands of soldiers , always someone's father and someone's child. Thousand and thousand soldiars.)

Laat mi ma lopen -
(Let me walk on through the streets, I have my love that I adore so much and I'm happy when I get to see her...)

Bange Blanke Man (Scared white man) -

(I saw Turks along the river, Marrocans in the city center of Ghent and on the market of Brussels I heard some Algerians with a weird accent.
I saw Chinese in Cologne, skinny man from Pakistan and in London I saw Sikhs from India wearing a big tulband.
all the children of Mother Earth are crying and singing at our door "Open the door scared white man)

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Watch out....(powder) snowball coming your way!

When busy becomes too busy

(....or life in a tire depot after the first snow of the season in Belgium)

She's in the middle of a phone conversation when I walk in the office :

"Yes no there is no possibility anymore before Dec 30th.  Yes Dec ...Yes that is a 3 and 0 ...No we are really fully booked sir, maybe you have to hear elsewhere if you can be served earlier...Yes, have a nice day."

Before she can even breathe or we can move a step closer to the desk to announce our arrival for our appointment, she's picking up the next phone call.

"Which size sir? " [ticking in the computer ]  "I'm afraid we don't have them in stock, maybe you should hear elsewhere...No, we don't have any delivery time known, they are sold-out, we have no idea if we'll be able to order some more this winter...No I can't tell you when or if they'll be delivered again....Yes sold-out ... Ok no problem, goodbye."

"Hello this is ...   For winter tires today? And you don't have an appointment?"  
Her shoulders sink a bit deeper.
"No I'm afraid that is impossible, we are fully fully booked...Belief me sir, it's very very busy here and we have appointments booked for the weeks ah...  Well, we might not even have your tires in stock anym...  No sir, there is no way that we can serve you today. "   

Her face stares in despair at her screen while she's shaking her head.
In the mean time there's 4 of us waiting already trying to pass on our keys for our appointment.  While she finally puts down the receiver, she gives us an apologising look and I move a step closer but the phone rings again.

"I'll ask my colleague whether your cars been towed here"  (within 10 seconds a man with black hands and an almost finished sigarette opens the door with a portable phone at his ear)
"A Ford, yes"
"Is it a Ford sir? ...Yes it's here but ... what, you'd like winter tyres now sir? Well, we might be able to replace your flat tire, but you must understand that replacing 4 tires or just one makes a big difference. "
The man in the door opening is putting his finger at his head
"Well, we could do our best for that one tire "  
"Euh yeah right at 9 PM maybe"  he grumbles in disagreement
"Well, the towing company has not informed us at all and we really can't take you in for 4 winter tires without appointment here, you must belief that we drown in work.... yes, yes I understand, bu... well of course...Yes you can have your car removed again and bring it to another garage, that would be no problem to us. "    

She's got her one hand in her hair now while she's avoiding our looks.  
"We would love to help you if we were able to but it's impossible today...No no 4 tires really takes a lot more time than 1 and this hasn't been scheduled. ....yes it's fine if you phone the towing company to come and get your car again. "

By the time it was my turn I felt totally drained myself but I tried to give her my best patient and understanding smile while at the same time I quickly deposit my keys for my appointment which I have made already a month ago.  "Everyone has woken up by the snow I guess? "  She didn't really get the time to answer that but her look was clear.

Monday, November 29, 2010

The first snow at the High Fens

We didn't let our little incident spoil the rest of the weekend! Since winter has arrived in Belgium and there's snow in the Ardennes (and at the coast)  we headed there to check it out. At our little house the white mass wasn't very impressive but a few kms further at the top of Belgium the high fens were absolutely stunning. 

We made the same walk through the boglands as this time .  From an early fall then we now experienced a glorious early winter with a nice amount of snow to transform the landscape but not too much to hide all textures and forms.  All the cross-country skiing piste signs were up so maybe that's what I can blog about next time ;)

hi mom, doesn't this bring back memories???

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Change of plans

Sometimes you feel like you're always doing the same kind of things, similar experiences that you are comfortable with.  So last Saturday I got out of my comfort zone, quite literally, when we had to hit our brakes hard due to the nervous traffic on the ring road of Brussels and the unexpected traffic jam. Argh I hate to be on the road when Anderlecht plays at home. 

We stopped just behind the car in front thanks to good Volvo technology .  TONK...the car behind us clearly didn't stop just behind us.

The impact really didn't feel big so I was looking for some insurance papers to fill in when Jan had gone and check the damage and talk to the other driver. I assumed they'd agree on trying to move across the 4 lanes of the motorway to the safer emergency lane where we were not blocking traffic.

"Phone the emergency services", said Jan when he popped his head back in
"Come on, we're on the moterway and the other car can't drive anymore"
So I quickly glanced backwards, noticed everybody out of the car walking around and checking damage so I phoned the 101 police number.

"I need the exact location of the incident. There's km indicators each 100 m, tell me where you are"
"Euh, I can't see any of those from where we are"
"Well I need the exact number of the one closest by"
"Sir, I'm on the left lane of the busy motor way with traffic all around and I can't see any of those indicators from here. I'm seriously not going to walk around in the dark to look for the next km number."

Argh after that small surreal discussion, I had explained the situation and we were instructed to get out of the vehicles and wait in the middle of the motor way until police assistance would arrive.   We enjoyed the signals of some frustrated drivers in our caused traffic jam who showed their compassion with some yelling or hand signals for some 15 minutes in the freezing cold until the police showed up and marked the road with a nice lightshow.  They quickly gathered everybody's papers and got back into their car for a long time while we were still trampling in the cold watching the passing traffic.  Freeeeeeezing cold it was. Brrrrrr.  The discussion between the 2 towing companies that had showed up after a while was entertaining for a bit but not for long.

Since our car was still driving , we fortunately could leave as soon as they had done all the paperwork and alcoholtests etc. I learned that they were obliged to fill in the papers on Dutch documents because we were on Flemish territory even though the other driver was Frenchspeaking. I also learned that the FAST towing team (specialised & responsible for strict SLA's for clearing the Antwerp & Brussels ring road in case of incidents) had to tow the car to neutral terrain where the insurance company's towing car could take over. Ha, always nice to learn some bureaucracy on a Saturday evening.

Anyway, we left as soon as we could and returned home to warm up.  That took quite a while. Sorry cousin that we didn't make it to your drink. Happy B-day anyway.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Made in Belgium: Milk Inc

In the mid nineties Belgium was flooded with dance groups all over, conquering our and European popcharts and dance charts.  Most of them have disappeared again from the scene or are somewhere well hidden to be heard exclusively in clubs or so.  But Milk Inc.  has succeeded to pull their successes well into the next decade and are still going strong.  After 13 years they still manage to fill big concert halls with live concerts  and cause traffic jams on the highways nearby.

Walk on Water - 2000

Black-out - 2010

Whisper - Live @ sportpaleis 2009

In my eyes - 1998

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Random again

  • Sinterklaas is truly an amazing man. He'll visit the brewery at 2 different locations at the same moment. Respect for the holy old man
  • Wouldn't it be funny if Jan put a sticker on his car "Goofball on board"?
  • There's been 3 times a gas leak in the neighbourhood over the last 2 weeks...I swear we didn't eat onions or beans!
  • Would a restaurant with a big fountain/pond in the middle featuring turtles serve "turtle soup"?  It doesn't always have to be lobster tanks , right?
  • A hotel with a pillow menu...that's what I call service.  
  • Travelling is so tiring....why? it's not like I've done a lot.

Monday, November 22, 2010


  • Sometimes it's funnier to watch Jan when he's laughing over a comic movie or show, than watching the show itself
  • Since we have our new front door, I haven't hear the neighbour's door banging once anymore...I think our old door was still linked to theirs somehow.
  • When I'm really busy I have so much thoughts I want to share on this my mind remains blank. 
  • It might snow a tiny little bit in the Ardennes this week. We are hopeful. Although I won't be there anyway, but it's the thought that counts I suppose.
  • 3 workers start each morning at 7 AM repairing some parking spaces in front of our house. 3 spaces.  I think they are almost done now after 6 days. I'm somehow suspicious that they stopped each time when I left the house to go to work.
  • Sometimes things just sucks
  • I wonder if there's going to be a train strike tomorrow, again. Maybe that should get introduced in the schedules: every 3rd Tuesday of the month strike or so
  • I start to be in Xmas vacation mood.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Come on in, the door is open

Finally we're getting the new front door we've ordered many months ago.  Yeay no more cold draft coming in upcoming winter :).

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Made in Belgium: Helmut Lotti

When I was 12 I was watching the popular "Soundmixshow" show on the Dutch television gasping at the many people showing off their talent in imitating one of their singing heroes.  At one point there was a Belgian boy coming in their with an Elvis imitation. His naive simple answers were a mocked by the Dutch presentor but his voice was good.  My sister came down from her room to watch it although she usually never watched the Soundmixshow. "We must phone for him, we must support the Belgian in it.  He's in my school" she said. I was in awe that a boy from her cpllege was on tv in The Netherlands in THE Soundmixshow. Obviously we had to vote for him. He made it to the final but never won.   Apparently he's done another Elvis imitation on a talent show at the school.

His first singles were typical Flemish schlagers that were rather ridiculous and worth to be forgotten quickly.  But in the mid-nineties Helmut Lotti and his manager must have had a idea that turned out to be a gold-mine:  let's sing classical (opera) songs with a symphonic orchestra. I wonder if he realised at that moment he condemned himself to wearing a tuxedo for the rest of his career. The "Lotti goes classic" trilogy are the best sold albums ever in Belgium and were an international hit.  It were the only Belgian CD's that were for sale in the tiny music store in town in Canada during my student exchange.  Seeing Helmut in the racks and remembering his typical down to earth naieve interview style  with his juicy accent from Ghent made me feel connected with hime.   After 3 "classical" CD's it was time for something new and then he has successively created albums themed with Russian songs, Latin songs, African songs, German songs, crooners  and also a tribute to the King, his hero.

I'm not sure if the world needed a non-schooled pop-singer to cross-over to classical music but he surely brought classical music to the masses and became rich in the process.  Far more than his singing I like hearing him getting interviewed. His (faked?) simplicity & naivity is so funny & refreshing.

Hay Fiesta en la hacienda

Return to sender -



Nessun Dorma - 2010

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

The lake is filling again

No no it's not related to this weekend's inundations.... The lake has been filling for 4 weeks now and it starts to be visible. At one end, it's still clearly the Warche river running through the bottom....a bit swollen through all the rain but a clear little river nevertheless.

Still lots of space to fill up with water....quite consoling to stand there while the rest of Belgium was flooding

Look halfway the lake, closer to the dam, see! I told you the lake was filling :)