The Pope is Back !

Mar 09


The pope is apparently returning from Hospital this week. We have found a sneak preview on the new modes of transportation. (Thanx Jakke !)

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Tiesto Revisited.

Mar 09

Looking back : an old repost from November 6th


I found this article on tiestoworld.nl and thought I would 'bring it to mommy' I wrote it the day after the Tiesto Concert in Hasselt and is was on the old Knighsite website (and mirrored on Tiestoworld.) So for those of you who want to know what it was like back there … here is the story ( Fuming with jealousy at Swift and Zirbo who are going to see 'the lord in action' @ Disneyworld Paris in a few weeks)

After the construction of the immense Ethias Arena Hasselt was ready for a big event. And so it came. Tiësto's new concert MAGIC hit ground zero @ 22 hours local time at friday the sixth of November. Publicity was HUGE and a large turnout was to be expected. Rumours of 16 000 people attending where overshadowed by the actual number of 22 000 fans turning up to watch their idol. One day after my 30th birtday an omen was in the air. This was gonna be big… and boy… Was it ever ….

At about 22 hours Saskia and me beamed down to the Ethias Arena expecting total chaos. Previous events involving a large crowd at the 'grenslandhallen' had a bad reputation. From long lines at the tickets up to riots at the 'vestiare'. But none of it apperad to be the case. Parking for the thousands of attending fans had been covered thanx to shuttle busses and the Ethias arena was big enough to swallow the immense crown fast enough making it possible to walk just in. My second surprise was the size of the hall. There is no point of reference as for scale but.. you KNOW its big.With cool 3d goggles on stand by a giant screen in the middle of the hall was to be the pinnacle for the warmup. 3d videoprojections that where impressivly real made me notice that 3D TV has come a long way.

As the spacy video's meshed into tantalising recordings of DJ Tiësto virtually 'touching' the crown from the giant screen the crowd was at critical mass for the show of their lifetime. I thought I was going to listen to a 8 hour set of Tiesto just playing records.I was dead wrong. Tiësto's show was going to be MAGIC.

The show kicked of with a mindnumbing opening where I got to see Mr Verwest in real life for real the show came true to its name. Magic was magic ! Not only extatic in sounds but also in vision. Magicians preformed an act making Tiësto disappear and reappear behind his decks. A simple trick but the Ethias Arena was jumping with joy.

Giant screens kept us in touch with Tiësto's every move and the visual animations where spectacular. Allthough concentrated at the front of the Arena it immersed every dancer in an incredible sea of sounds, images and light. Pyrotechnics and INDOOR FIREWORKS would make Lazarus jump with joy.

As the hours went by acts where woven trough the continuüm of music. Djembe players playing live alongside Tiësto's raving rage made us all think of how short ago it was we where all in the cage as the primal rithems swept through our souls.

But it was going to get only better. Immersed in what seemed to be a different world 22 000 people beat their hearts to the bass sounds of Thijs Verwest. We where on track on the highway of melody. It was only going to get better.

Tiesto's Irish Light Crew and mysellf fraternised. ( And this atmosphere was living everywhere.) " Ein Reich ! Ein DJ " we chanted. And that is what is was. No more race, colour, nationality, rich, poor. 22 000 people having being enchanted by the same magic.

Following standard regulations we where (as always) surrounded by nice looking girls. 4 hours into the party we were not thinking about going home AT ALL

The combination of a Bulgarian choir singing LIVE with Tiesto's music moved me beyond what I had expected. Lingering thoughts about what my religion truely is had been answered. When I looked around, saw the people, heard the music and felt the enormous atmosphere I knew : THIS IS RELIGION. A religion of sound ! To whoever was not there it is hard to explain but when you feel a lump in your throat you KNOW you are having the time of your life.

(and I was heaving the time of my life). 6 hours into the party and not stopped dancing yet.

But it was still to come. Imagine a classical violist playing an electrical violin. When the sounds subside to a techno version of 'Air' by Bach this dude plays a fantastic techno tune ON HIS VIOLIN ! Downright AWE was all i could muster. Mouth and eyes wide open with amazement we could only be sweaped away in a tsunami of emotion as Tiësto joined in with the actual track. The violin player did not stop but went on ending in an climax playing his instrument like an electrical guitar. When the song stopped 22 000 people held their breath for a heartbeat. And exploded in an enormous cheer for a spectacle unheared. As I turned to Steven ( fellow partyer) we looked at eachother totaly blown away. "I have NEVER heared this before". This was enormous.

And Tijs kept the classics for the last. Love DID come again and in its tunes. Playing his classic LOVE COMES AGAIN the Ethias Arena must have produced a small earthquacke. Literaly EVERYBODY went into extaxy. The religious experience I mentioned before took on something epical. I had never seen this !.

It was 6 30 AM. Not a fiber in our body thought about leaving. With hard romping beats ripping trough the crowd that despite the early hour was still plenty Tiesto made us explode once again.

And with Deliriums SILENCE as the last record we said goodbey to Tijs Verwest with an enormous applause. This man was and is our hero, the God of our religion, the fuse that set us alight and the true magician behind Tiësto's MAGIC. More on : http://users.edpnet.be/KEV172657/

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Just wait one centon with all that fendergarb !

Mar 08


When they do remakes.. it often sucks. When they try to re-enact a classic series , it often sucks. When they go 'bigger better faster' it always sucks. Well, not always. I watched part of the pilot episode of the new Battlestar Galactica series yesterday. And it did not suck. As a matter of fact I was pleasantly surprised to see the way new series was handled. There have been a lot of changes made and sometimes you would not recognize some of the 'original characters' but.. Its very interesting to see how they are telling the same story , only differently. I'm halfway trough the pilot ep. and can't wait to see it through. For those of you who are interested you can download the episode here http://www.scifi.com/battlestar/ and check out who is doing a hidden cameo : http://www.scifi.com/battlestar/characters/

So, to say in my best Capricaneese : 'Just wait a Centon with all that Fendergarb : I'm on Fracking Ferlon !'

In other news, had a great time talking to my friend Karien yesterday. Chatted away on MSN about all kinds a stuff and .. it made me feel good inside to know what good friends I have out there. Even if we don't see each other for a while and things look like they are cooling off, its never true and we are still close. Friends are a blessing (family more like a curse these days) . Don't worry. I'm not going to go on another rant. But sometimes I notice how good people know me. For example , whenever i'm down or am having a hard time.. Saskia knows just what to do and how to handle me. Its an incredibly subtle approach to the situation. Something you can only do if you know the other trough and trough. I was once again marveled by her yesterday.. The way she knows me .. Same for my closest friends ( my own-chosen family) they see beyond my bravoure and beyond the shields that cover my true feelings. The wals trough and gently lower my defenses. They know me all to well. I'm glad to have them. When you are good at deceiving everyone whenever its needed. Sometimes you need people who see right into the true core of your soul. Only a few hold that key and I must say : Its an honor to know them.

As Babylon burns on I’m going to have to face some of my fears and deal with the phantoms that hunt my dreams. Sometimes my emotions play a 'Freddy Kruger' on me. As long as i stay busy, I’m fine.. when I sit down and relax.. they catch up with me. My own little Nightmare on MaastrichterStreet.. I am after all a cult lover :).

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The letters of life

Mar 04

The letters of life.

Wonderful day today. Sometimes you need to take a day of and just let stuff be stuff. Well I'm not THAT relaxed cause i have a lot to do today. But still , its a welcome break from daily affairs. With all the 'march-ial law' that is in effect these day's I am very aware how I spend my time. I'm trying to divide every thing in what i MUST do , what i SHOULD do and what I CAN do. And so far its enlightening to see how it helps to get my priorities straight. But enough about that. I've also decided there must be time in my life to work and to play. So when I have do work I work. And when I sit down for a cup of tea , I relax. So I'm sitting here right now in the cutest Irish bar in all of Hasselt enjoying an Irish bacon sandwich, an ear grey and some blissful Irish music. Soon it will be rush rush again but for now I'm just giving myself the luxury of pure relaxation. Life is so much prettier when one stops and looks at the world once in a while. More and more I find myself writing down my own thoughts in Emails, Blogs and so on. I'm writing quite a lot these days and thats probably because of the whole stuff that is taking place up at “Babylon”. Writing and reflecting on my life these days helps me to stay focused and prevents me from pondering things over and over in my thoughts. What else is true , is that i like to write. Been doing it since I was a kid , so its kinda 'my thing'. But i'm babbling. This morning I got an Email from one of my few few friends who writes me from time to time. She's someone i met only recently but we have a close bond. Somehow she's one of the only friends I can talk to about what is going on in my life. She's one of the few friends whose emails i look forward to and , to who i like sending a letter aswell. When i flip trough my inbox its mostly 'business stuff' superficial, practical emails from friends and colleagues. And then there is the occasional Emails that you want to print out on old parchment and file somewhere in a wooden box. As technocratic as I am , I still cherish the feel of real paper sometimes. Although it is becoming an antique in my collection , i still have some hand written letters sent to me by friends and girlfriends from a long time ago. It must have been ages since i wrote a 'real letter' and i petty the addressee who would have to decipher my horrible handwriting these days. So somehow its for the best that a keyboard is at my disposal from time to time. Reading this post back I see I'm on an uncharted target-less ramble about all kinds of everything. But that .. is sometimes nice to do as well. So my dear readers (i'm still wondering who all of you are) When was the last time you got a handwritten paper letter ? And when is the last time you sent one ? Times go fast dear friends. Sometimes we should hold the seconds in our hands and read the feeble moments with the concentration and the patience of reading a handwritten letter. If somehow we can find and feel the true passion of life and the preciousness of every moment , in the same way that a real letter is written.. then we might capture the beauty of being alive. Think about every second in your life. Its like writing a letter. You have to be careful not to make a mistake because there is no backspace key. You have to be clear and careful in the way you write things down because otherwise others might not be able to read what you mean. And real life follows that analogy. We have to be prudent in not only what we do.. but also how we do it. And sometimes others read different things then the words we wanted to write down in the book of life. Analogy's are everywhere…. One more i fold the page of the day and perfume it with the sent of life. I gently tuck it in the envelope of my memory's and move on to the next blank page ahead. So is life my friends… so is life.

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Snowscapes freeze my toughts…

Mar 03

Snow falls down, gentle white feathers of frozen dreams. My thoughts grow wings and dance trough them on warm and gentle wings. I look over the frozen world and my mind grabs hold of the deafening silence. I can sit here for hours and let my soul grasp the peace of the white curtain of the fallen tears of the sky. I wish i could wade trough lost and forgotten snows capes and let them grab hold of my worries and slumber them underneath the white blanket of peace. I do not feel like speaking of earthly things today. In a minds eye i see rows of silent sentinels watching the white plain. They salute their swords from afar as i walk trough their unwavering line of sight. I tilt my shield toward them in silent salute and am left alone with only my thoughts in the shadow of solitude. For hours i walk trough the snowcapped woods. Not a single soul to cross my path. No colorful voice to break the virgin white. A single but heartfelt smile settles beneath my icy nose and my eyes gleam with stars of hidden happiness. Only a single lonely hedon dares to break the clouded sky and i watch it intently as it crosses the heavens. As the floating feathers of ice cover my cloak… so do they cover my worries.

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