I’m sitting in the old warehouse next to the traintracks, in a 3 by 3 room filled with a couch, 5 guitars, a lapsteel. The floor is carpeted. 3 of the walls are all wooden, one is brick.
Of course I’m here with Janus. He has rented a small studio in the city centre to make music and have a chance to be away from home – his squathouse, also in the city centre, which I will soon visit for the first time.
He has played lapsteel, I have made a video. I have taken a picture of his bulletlike bicycle.
Jan is a good friend. I hope to stay close to him for at least a lifetime. Thanks to Jan I get out of my comfortzone and visit unusual places. An old hospital, an ecovillage.
We have known each other for fourteen years now. Fourteen years of inside jokes and creativity. Fourteen years of solid conversations. Both seekers.
Him with the hat, me with the cigarette. Jan with the music, Mark with the visuals.
Go go go! Padayon lang! Be held accountable for your own creative outcome! Onwards!
Until the next time.