Night Shift, Revisited: Velden van rouw en verdriet / Resist

Night Shift, revisited. How would other artist react on Belgian accordionist Tuur Florizoone's solo album? www.tuurflorizoone.be
A meeting between 4 artists.
The deep words of poet Herman Leenders touch Tuur. His imagination has no limits opens up for interpretation and perception. He heals and comforts and - though it may be less obvious in this text - he has a fine sense of humour. The perfect marriage with Tuur's music.
In 2009, Herman was nominated for the prestigious Herman Deconinck Prize. At that edition Tuur set the nominated poems to music and actress Jessa Wildemeersch performed the lyrics. Herman and Tuur would later set off together to proclaim text and music to the world. @
A few years ago artist Pieter Fannes invited Tuur for a performance with image and sound. Pieter improvised via live drawing projections to the music of Tuur, who was very impressed by Pieter's imagination, technique and speed. Pieter also made beautiful live sketches of jazz musicians at concerts that were shown at various exhibitions in Brussels. @
Actress Jessa Wildemeersch and Tuur have been best friends since the age of 6. They grew up together, went their separate ways artistically and will often meet again, on and off stage. Jessa moved to New York where she obtained a Lifetime Membership to the famous Actor's Studio in 2006. Although she regularly performs in films and series, the stage is her true habitat. Theatre. The audience. That is where it happens. She writes, directs and performs various productions, often with live music, that always excel in imagination, with a strong verbal and visual character. A mirror to society, food for the hungry soul. @
De velden van rouw en verdriet
V
alles is hier schichtig en opgeschrikt bij het minste
de reeën en de hazen
de buizerds spechten merels en vinken
mijn stappen achtervolgen mij
ik ben te lomp voor deze wereld en onbeholpen
mijn tred te stevig mijn verrekijker een geweer
mijn blik een kogel mijn geur een spoor
alle wezens vluchten
kinderen en vrouwen eerst
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het doek viel de decorstukken verdwenen in schuren en silo’s
alleen de zwarte geraamtes bleven staan
de akkers werden platgeslagen door wind en regen
de diepe sporen van de aftocht vulden zich met water
wij lopen ons vast in de modder
achter een waas van grijze smog
alleen de noodverlichting aan
als een godslamp
Herman Leenders