This week. Different years. Same band. 30 years on stage. Brussels based. Jaune Toujours.

Some weeks smell like summer. Dust on festival roads. Accordion cases in the shade. A dog sleeping beside the musicians. A square that is empty in the afternoon and overflowing by night.

2000–2002 Belgian park festivals. Village kiosks. Open-air stages by the sea. A band learning that summer audiences arrive from every direction.
2006 France. Toulouse. Ichis. Saint-Vallier. Improvised stages. Ping-pong between soundchecks. A little girl dancing in front of the stage while a whole accordion marching band joins the concert. That tour felt less like a schedule and more like a travelling village.
2007 Hoorn. Châlons-en-Champagne. The calm before the crowd. Then the blur that happens when brass, rhythm and people start moving together.
2008 Canada. Vancouver Island. Fort MacLeod. Waterfalls. Workshops with musicians from elsewhere. Night concerts under huge skies. The road became a landscape lesson.
2016 Gentse Feesten. Rehearsals behind closed curtains. Guest musicians from DROM. Mec Yek voices joining the stage. And a Sint-Jacobs crowd that seemed to breathe with the band.
2025 Genk. Afro-Latino. New songs from Vertigo. A catwalk instead of a club floor. The same accordion energy carrying three decades of history into another summer night.

Different festivals. Different countries. Different generations in the crowd. Still arriving with instruments. Still leaving with stories.
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.