Category Archives: a lame excuse to place a picture of myself

Fuck Yeah!


Nu in de winkels!

photos by Pim Top

daar gaat me image!


Next week, thursday the 28th, I’ll be speaking my mind in a so called ‘key note’ at the Rotterdam based Image Festival. I was asked to speak about flyers and their relation to music, or the music scene. Apparently I have once said (some 10 to 15 years ago or so) ‘the flyer is dead’. Now Johan Weggis, one of the organisers (if not ‘THE’ organiser) of the festival has remembered this and made it the title of my keynote. Of course I wouldn’t make such bold statements anymore nowadays (since I’m much older and wiser now), but there might still be some truth to it. Or maybe even more so now. I’m diving into that later this week. Anyway, I’m anxious to find out what I have to say about it and I hope you are too! Come and look me up, it takes place at the Cinerama Film Theatre at —be sure about this— thursday the 28th. If you’re not convinced about that date because of the typo on their site, here’s a schedule/time table.

Gyz La Rivière Part I


In December 2009, filmed me in my house and in my studio..
Check it out! Go here to see part one… And have fun!

School TV


Never thought I would be in a school agenda!
hihi, hilarious!

Check the picture (from above) a bit larger over here.
And read what my bro Woei said about me (in the same school agenda)…


the expanding universe of quotes


Tomorrow at the annual Rotterdam museum night, I’ll be showing a new piece at the Sara Tim Trust artistspace located at the Mauritsstraat #167. In a response to this year’s museum night theme ‘XS/XL’ Sara Tim Trust themed their night ‘Revenge of the 50 ft Artists’. They invited me to make something on their huge blackboard and I came up with this little mindbender entitled ‘50 huge feet’. Come check it out, it turned out quite good.

Other participants are 113b, Olivier Scheffer and SARATIMTRUST itself (consisting of graphic designer Andreia Costa, photographer Frank Hanswijk, fashion designer Iñiy Sanchez, allround cultural entrepeneur Natasa Heydra and visual artist / film maker Tim Leyendekker). There’s a bar, local hero Philibert S. cuts a Spanish ham and DJ Chairman of the Board and myself will be playing some of our finest tunes.

photo: Frank Hanswijk, ©2010

Zaterdag opening!


Het belang van Limburg



FFWD Dance Parade is dead!
This picture is taken on the first FFWD Dance Parade in 1997 by Frank Hanswijk. You see Woei, Merijn Cool, Cois, Vrekje, Den Haag, Perry and me, and some others in the back… Westside!!!

Family Fashion


Geez, I just bumped into this old photo of my family. I think it is dated 1981.
Anyway, my brother on the left really looks like he is a band member of
The Rolling Stones. His hair and his jacket, wow! My oldest brother on the right
looks like he’s really into the band Madness, with his awesome patterned sweater. Then my mom, who looks so early eighties before early eighties was even there. And I don’t look english at all, I look American. I look like Kevin from The Wonder Years, before that even came on the TV, hihi… And where is Dad? working of course, laughter!

Whitelines (Don’t Don’t Do It)


oh, en…

…ik heb een bowtie (een strik)!

bow tie

Wat fijn dat sommige dingen soms ineens weer modieus zijn. Het ene moment vraag je je af ‘waar zijn de strakke joggingbroeken egenlijk gebleven?’ of ‘wat is er toch met de fat laces gebeurd?’, liggen ze prompt met bakken vol in elke winkel waar je maar naar binnen gaat. Ik durf bijvoorbeeld te wedden dat giletjes binnenkort (ca. herfst 2010) weer totaal JEVANHET zijn.

Zo ook dus met de bowtie, die ligt van de American Spulletjes (die er ook voor hebben gezorgd dat ze geen ‘strik’ meer heten, maar bowtie) tot in de Episode aan toe (deze is van de Episode). Ik heb de grootste gekocht die erbij zat vanwege mijn enorme ego, maar er zijn ook tonnen genuanceerdere strikjes. Ze doen me ook altijd aan het volgende denken:

Paul Simon

“Let us be lovers we’ll marry our fortunes together”
“I’ve got some real estate here in my bag”
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
And we walked off to look for America

“Kathy,” I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
“Michigan seems like a dream to me now”
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I’ve gone to look for America

Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said “Be careful his bowtie is really a camera”

“Toss me a cigarette, I think there’s one in my raincoat”
“We smoked the last one an hour ago”
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field

“Kathy, I’m lost…” I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They’ve all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
All gone to look for America t bakken vol