2003 Den Bosch. A theatre festival. An attentive audience sitting down and listening. Then back on the road again.
2005 Quiberon. A stage on the beach, with the sea behind it. Chanteix. A festival, a little backstage chaos and a car eventually packed far beyond what any sensible vehicle should have to endure.
2007 Portlaoise. The World Fleadh. Rain. Lots of rain. The kind that makes the stage lights glow a little harder.
2010 Budapest. Sziget. A huge festival island, a backstage apple, a megaphone, a bass clarinet solo and a crowd stretching out in front of the stage.
2013 Riga. A trumpet by the river at sunset. A megaphone waiting for the show.
2018 Detmold. A packed square. A bass solo. And two trumpet players enthusiastically pointing the audience towards Mathieu.
2019 MeYouZik, Luxembourg. Another night of brass, rhythm and movement. And the road keeps going.

From beaches to city squares. From theatre festivals to muddy festival fields. From quiet backstage moments to crowds in the thousands. Sometimes the archive gives you the concert. Sometimes it gives you the apple on Piet’s head. We’ll take both.
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.