Village to Village



We brought the California sunshine with us, and it lasted for two days, the first being the hotest day ever in Belgium this time of year. Then, as we adjusted to Belgium time, the weather adjusted too -- overcast, drizzly, puffius maximus clouds, but yet all still beautiful.
5 shows down, 9 more to go, 14 shows total in 11 days. While it is challenging for us to take in the traditional tourist sights because of our busy schedule, the silver lining is that every night we meet dozens of locals in their own town, their own element, helping to color their own local color by providing entertainment for them. Just tonight, a pleasant older man thanked us for "making his Sunday." So we'll see some sights, take in some history, but what we'll remember years from now will be the incredible Belgians we've met and the small towns in which they live.
Our first show was at Cul de Sac in Tilburg, Netherlands. Packed with an enthusiastic young crowd, it was a fun kick-off to the tour and ended with out-of-control dancers knocking gear over on stage. The next night was in Eeklo, Be at N9. A great club, stage and sound system, with a deep history of hundreds of international acts. The third day took us to another small village called Zottegen. We played at De Blauwe Wolk -- small room, but great sound and very enthusiastic crowd that demanded several encores. Two shows on Sunday, first in a village of 10,000 called Bonheiden, followed by Kid's Rhythm and Blues Kaffe in Antwerpen, which brought on more gear-smashing dancers. A busy day but fun through and through. Word is spreading from a handful of locals that Tuesday night's Halloween show in Ottenburg is going to be crazy, partly because Wednesday is a Belgium holiday, Day of the Dead equivalent, so noone has to work.
Did I mention that every beer I've tasted so far has been unbelievable? That's one difference from the U.S. Some others are, for example, public vending machines (such as in the center square in Lickstaat, the village we're staying in) that sell beer, candy, and condoms. Then there's the cigarette smoke in restaurants and clubs . . .
On sunday I was able to bike to the next village to check out their huge Pumpkin Festival -- apparently folks come from all over Belgium, Holland and even Germany to celebrate, drink pumpkin beer (sold by none other than the Belgian Girl Scouts to raise money), and see who wins the largest pumpkin award. Our host entered the contest with an approximately 800-900 pounder.
The pics are of Cul de Sac in Tilburg, the countryside around Lichtaart, and the Legend of Brabo statue in Antwerpen Old City Center in front of the Town Hall. This statue depicts how Antwerpen got its name -- There used to be a giant that guarded the river and collected toll from every ship until Brabo slayed him, cutting off his hand and throwing it in the river -- Hand Werpen (hand throwing) became Antwerpen.