Due to extreme working hours fatigue (such fun to be a teacher in the Wetlands) I couldn't find the time for a new post before. But now here it is.
And today I am going to introduce you to a singer from my hometown, Hellevoetsluis.
His name is Duncan de Moor, he went to the same school as both my kids, left to go to the Rockacademie in Tilburg (yes, that does exist) and is now shining in The Voice of Holland. So far he has survived the Blind Auditions, the Battles and one live show (called The Clash)
Duncan de Moor - Stolen Dance
Duncan keeps saying he sees himself as a frontman for his band, more than as a solo artist. Which is commendable. The band is called The Slick and Suited and they are sort of famous in the small towns where they have so far performed.
Duncan singing his heart out on TV helps, of course. And so does the innocent on camera flirting going on between him and Voice of Holland coach Ilse de Lange (she of The Common Linnets' fame).
Duncan de Moor vs Rob de Nijs
Why am I writing him up? Two reasons.
1. I admire his pluck and talent.
His voice is distinctive. You can like it or not (it is quite sharp), but you absolutely cannot say it is a 13 to the dozen voice.
2. He comes from Hellevoetsluis and he oozes fun and enthusiasm.
Secretly I would like him to win.
So go, Duncan. Make us Wetlanders proud!
Update: Aaaaaahhhhh...he got voted out...semi-final...Well, proud of him anyway!
Thursday, 27 November 2014
Sunday, 23 November 2014
Hiya! By the time you read this, that means it has turned November 24th, and Rays of Light has been up in the air for exactly one year.
And what a year it has been!
And what a year it has been!
Whether you have read just one post, or if you have been a regular reader, know this:
this has been an amazing journey!
I started out in November 2013 feeling not a little depressed, anxious, frazzled, morose, and-what-have-you. In short: not a happy little bunny!
Being an overzealous conscientious worker was finally catching up with me. In short: taking over and turning me upside down, inside out and generally pissing me about.
I started suffering (yes, really suffering!) from stress-related garbage, and traumatic events from my youth (long repressed) suddenly coming to the surface and costing me my peace of mind.
In the middle of all the shit, all the pain, all the heartache, there is good. I witness it every day.
It's in the little things.
The smile in the street. The hand on my shoulder. The cup of coffee waiting for me when I get to work in the mornings. The warm greeting by a pupil. The palpable love given me. The wet nose of Viggo on my cheek in the night. The trusting look of Gina.
To get myself back into mental shape, I turned to three things: blogging, music and Ralph Waldo Emerson.
This is SUCH sound advice!
Hopefully you have enjoyed my blog. And you're welcome. I intend to keep on keeping on.
I'll post about music. About life in between the lines. And Viggo will join us from time to time.
I'll leave you with the soundtrack of my life. Just follow the link.David Bowie - Changes