Driving througth the night is like listening to a bad songwriter's song. I like it. Rob sleeping next to me, sometimes he wakes up asking me if i'll manege. Stopping at a gas station to eat things you'll regret the moment they're finished. Saying goodbye to Rob and his standing bass at 4 or 5 in the snowy morning.

Rob is sleeping in his standing bass bag till the late afternoon, but in the happy village of Rijswijk where I live, they started early this morning the Annual Fanfare Contest. A contest for the best fanfare interpretation of Sinterklaas songs. In Rijswijk there are a lot fanfares. Dragging, moaning, false sqeaking "O, come and look "(oh kom er eens kijken) and "the pocket of the saint" ( de zak van Sinterklaas). Songs which have nothing to do with driving through the night.
Drummer Mark Koppen who played the whole set with us in Eindhoven without practising once was super!  You should've been there.
Later today I'll go to the openening of an art show at NEST. One of the Amazing Panton Chair drawings of the late, great Edward Budding is hanging there.