Not for one hole to catch…

Not for one hole to catch…

I know that sounds weird, but I love to literal translate Dutch sayings… and this is one of them! Ok, this is what happend. And so we arived at a cool looking bar, and the place was getting crowdy, nice! Blood, Sweat & Kiers worthy we build up within 15...
‘ol days (part 2.)

‘ol days (part 2.)

Surfing on the web, I spotted this picture… Me with my beloved Fender classic 50’s Stratocaster, (and probably a MesaBoogie caliber 50… ssssst, don’t tell anyone), the “infamous” band jackets touring with the BluesMasters. I think...
Behind the bar…

Behind the bar…

For everything a first time… It happend previously that Wouter and I ended up “behind” the bar during (or after…) a gig. But playing with the 2 of us? And NO bar tenders behind the bar? Never! Up untill now, 15 january ’13 ‘t...