On account of me and The Missus taking my mother-in-law along, this year we journeyed West, to The Hague, to see Daniël Lohues perform a show in support of his latest album Vlier.
Compared to shows I saw in the more eastern parts of The Netherlands, two things are worth mentioning: first, most of the talking was done in Dutch instead of Low Saxon. I guess that is to make it easier for the audience outside of the Low Saxon-speaking area, which brings me to the second point: shame on you, greater-The Hague area. Lohues deserves a larger audience than a half-filled Koninklijke Schouwburg.
In a few weeks time, he’ll be playing with an electric band again. Should be fun.
“Vlier” by Daniël Lohues, at Koninklijke Schouwburg, Den Haag, on June 5th, 2018
Prachtig mooie dag / Volle moane / Elk mens die hef zich ‘n kruus te dragen / Kwelt / Bij de hemel in de rij / Weg van alles / De kerke / Ik haal mij’n hond op / Hier kom ik weg // De horizon komp dichterbij / En hij ploegde voort / As de liefde mar blef winnen / ‘t Stöf / Van hier tot Tokyo / A28 / Mar ik heur hier / Baat bij muziek // Angst is mar veur eben, spiet is veur altied / Op fietse / Allennig
In the past year, I released 8 minor versions with new features and 11 patches for (mostly) stupid bugs I introduced. New features include the possibility to create your own custom formats, exporting and importing of your settings (I might reconsider implementing an option for using synced storage, though), and stripping those annoying UTM-paramaters from copied links. Eventually, I need to get around to rewriting the whole thing, with better tooling, better styling of the settings page (it is quite hideous), and preferably some tests for core functionality. I also need to figure out how to do some conditional logic in the templates, so that including support for copying images makes sense.
While I primarily wrote this Add-on for my own selfish need, I am completely over the moon that it has been installed over 3,600 times, and that there are about 700 daily users. I am also very grateful for the people who filed bugs and feature requests, and who gave me some pointers how to fix a few issues I hadn’t even noticed. Without those people, this would be a fairly simple, hacked-together piece of code that would just be useful to those few who would have exactly the same needs I have for this thing.
Years ago, I read Owen King’s debut short-story collection cite We’re All in This Together, and I wasn’t really impressed. Being a fan of his father’s work, I guess I expected something more. So, when the announcement came that they were co-writing a full-length novel, I wasn’t overly excited.
Of course, I needn’t have worried.
Sleeping Beauties turned out to be quite an entertaining read. The plot — “What if all women in the world fall into a deep, magical sleep (which may or may not be caused by this mysterious woman who just turned up out of nowhere), and all men are left to their own devices?” — is probably mostly fluff, as neither the answer to that what-if (spoiler: men will be asshats) nor its feminist you-go-girl attitude should surprise you. But then you get to the characters (the book starts with a three and a half page long list of ‘em), and the world building, and the subtext, and all the other non-supernatural mumbo-jumbo that makes me like King so damn much. And again, that is where this book shines.
Stephen King & Owen King — Sleeping Beauties
Ree asked Jeanette if she ever watched the square of light from the window.
In February, we went to see Like a Bat Out of Hell, a tribute to Meat Loaf and the music of Jim Steinman by a group of Dutch session musicians, in Amersfoort. As we liked the show a lot and the there was an interesting change in the line-up (Stream of Passion/Ayreon/Mayan singer Marcela Bovia took over for Floortje Smit, who had to step down due to personal circumstances), we opted for a second show, at Hedon in Zwolle.
I have little to add to that earlier review, but as that was in Dutch, I’ll repeat the key findings here: Like a Bat Out of Hell presented a great show, made with obvious love and respect for the music. The arrangements either followed the album versions, or a live version from the period where Meat Loaf toured with a single guitarist. Martin van der Starre, the project’s lead singer, had no intention to ‘play’ Meat Loaf, and the show was all the better for it. The highlight was, again, the ladies’ version of my favorite Steinman song, “For Crying Out Loud.”
Like a Bat Out of Hell: The ‘Rock and Roll Dreams’ Concert, in Hedon, Zwolle om May 11, 2018
Martin van der Starre, Lisette van den Berg & Marcella Bovio (lead & backing vocals) / Menno Gootjes (gitaar, backing vocals) / Ronald Kool (piano & keyboards) / Johan Hendrikse (keyboards) / Richard Zoer (bass, backing vocals) / Sjoerd Rutten (drums)
Bat Out of Hell / You Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth (Hot Summer Night) / Heaven Can Wait / All Revved Up With No Place to Go / Two Out Ouf Three Ain’t Bad / Paradise by the Dashboard Light / For Crying Out Loud // Life Is a Lemon and I Want My Money Back / Midnight at the Lost and Found / We Belong to the Night / I’d Lie for You (And That’s The Truth) / Dead Ringer for Love / It’s All Coming Back to Me Now / Total Eclipse of the Heart / Rock and Roll Dreams Come Through // I’d Do Anything for Love (But I Won’t Do That)
Starr, a sixteen-year old girl and her friend get pulled over by a cop, and he gets shot. She wants justice for him. But he was black, and possibly a drug dealer, or a gang member, or both. But wanting justice and getting it, are two entirely different things. So, she has to ask herself, “What’s the point of having a voice if you’re gonna be silent?”
Angie Thomas’s The Hate U Give is an incredibly now book. It deals with #BlackLivesMatter, police brutality, race and racism, finding out who you are, and while it gave me the all the right feels and messages and pushed all the buttons that should make me go, “well, this is quite excellent,” it didn’t quite connect.
At this point, I was going to make an ass of myself by sounding incredibly white, explaining that, for me, this book might just have been a bit too ‘black,’ with all its black slang (“black people don’t talk like that all time, do they?”), black hip-hop-rap-pop-culture references (the title is derived from a Tupac song), black Jesus, black power and black this and black that. And then I saw Spike Lee’s most excellent BlacKkKlansman, and I decided that, no, my pretty white ass just needed some kicking.
Because knowing you live your life on the lowest difficulty setting is one thing, but not being an ass about it is something else altogether.