Ashnikko ft, Hatsune Miko
Daisy 2.0
Ashnikko ft, Hatsune Miko
Daisy 2.0
I never went to Venise…1985, it is only one who can understand what it means to me, what this song means to me I spent part in my life in strass and Show Girls, glitter and rhythm.
Some days I feel It should have stopped there..
I just received tonight, out of the blue, a picture of this magnificent portrait of our ancestor Peeter Panhuys
The picture was painted by Bruges’ most famous portrait painter of the sixteenth century, Pieter Pourbus, just a year after Panhuys’ wedding with Margrijete Bartholomeus von Eyckelenburgh
Treasurer of the city of Antwerp and a great art collector, Peeter van Panhuys (1529-1585) is depicted here at the age of 34 by Pourbus, twelve years before the famous painting by Maerten de Vos, now at the Mauritshuis Museum
PIETER JANSZ. POURBUS (1523-1584)
“Portrait of Peeter van Panhuys”
Oil on panel, dated 1562
With Peeter van Panhuys’ coat-of-arms
H: 105 x W: 75 cm
They don’t know how we rehearse our dreams…
I remember my friends always questioning my passion for Magazine and Howard Devoto. Not specially fancy music, not really superstars…
No, it is mostly a special chemistry between my entire personality, my feelings and what their songs transfuse to me, as music to my own lyrics..
It is kind of strange to measure contrast between Buzzcocks, his original band and what Magazine could produce as a mosaic of music and ‘not so explicit’ lyrics. It is not so accessible.
It is a matter of symbiosis…or I like to believe so.
Jah Wobble is owing the legacy of the original PIL. John Lydon remains as a genius clown,
This song stays as the obituary of my Generation, our dreams turned to ashes, or not really : we did not believe in Future.
Beastie Boys at their awesome best
The Gun Club means a lot to me. I share intimacy with their poetry with my dear Miss S.
Here 1984 line-up: Jeffrey, Kid Congo, Patricia Morrison, Peter Kablean.
My Dreams
This is soundtrack of my life.
I feel I have to go from here….I miss South China Sea shores…these days.
If only memories could fade away…