The Shit of the Year!

This evening I sat glued to the television hoping the best for my favourite Belgian singer Senne Guns (Yes! Guns!) to come home with the ‘Flemish song of the year’ at this years music industry awards (MIA), however was disappointed to find that the only winners were stage favourite Bart Peeters and “West Flanders’ own” Gotye.

I did however enjoy Gotye aka Wally De Baker try his hand at Flemish, nice to hear someone else sporting a bit of Aussie in their Vlaamse vocals!

Despite the awards, for some seriously good Flemish disposable pop, do yourself a favour and check out Senne Guns.

Senne is a true hero of mine and is one of the very, very few Flemish singers singing in his own language. So many local bands fall victim to the English-language bait, mumbling their way through ridiculous verse after chorus – however Senne stands up to all this as a voice not only for his generation, but also his country.

For you English speakers listening to Senne not only introduces a whole new type of cute pop but also a whole new language at the same time. What a guy!

Gotye, I’m aware the world loves you now – but take care, Senne is coming!

Parents, Kenny Rogers and the last post

The past week I’ve had my parents visiting all the way from their comfortably warm home, traversing the impossibly cold wintery landscape of Belgium. We’ve been all around this fine land, from Antwerp to Galmaarden and back to Gent, though I swear my mothers highlight was watching the crappy videos I made at the Kenny Rogers concert in London last June.

What made it all the more exciting was the fact that Sir Kenny is playing in Brisbane in no less than 12 weeks. What an amazing discovery.

Today I’m taking the folks to the other other side of Belgium to see the November 11th ceremony at Ieper, the town that basically owns the Last Post. On any other day you can head down to Ieper and pay respect to the terrible days of World War 1 at 8pm, listening to the Last Post played on a bunch of buggles, but today they not only have a buggler brigade by also a bunch of important looking chaps and a million other folk looking very solemn holding wreaths.

In any case, my mother will likely sing the Gambler throughout the procession.

Record of the day: Citay ‘Dream Get Together’

I’ve been listening to Citay’s new record ‘Dream Get Together’ a little too much this week, neglecting almost everything else in its wake. Sprawling guitar solos, over the top 70s inspired prog-rock and quirky boy ‘n girl lyric interchange. This could be another one of those binge albums that I’ll over-consume and never listen to again, however only time will tell.

In the meantime, I thoroughly suggest you give it a listen. If I were a numbers man (WHICH I AM!) I’d go out of my way to rate this a steady 7 out of 10.

Myspace vs. Amazon vs eMusic.com (Chhheeaaap!) vs (highly unethical, but free!) download

Junior Eurovision – Not so European afterall

I’m having a particularly “European moment” this evening, counting down the former-Russian-state entrants for this years Junior Eurovision, anxiously waiting for the appearance of the Belgian entrant.

Somehow in the past week there has been enough publicity behind the Belgian entrant that my girlfriend even knows the words to the song.

What makes this evening all the more interesting is that of the 13 entrants, only 6 are actually in the European Union. And of those six, both Netherlands *and* Belgium are eager entrants, televising the event at primetime on channel 1 (een).

The children in the studio-audience have been dancing in synchronization with the movements of my stomach. What an evening.