Sunday afternoon in a bar in Bladel: a few regulars at the bar, someone with the newspaper, and at a table by the window a group that stayed on after a walk. Us in the corner next to the tap, with no stage and no announcement.
An afternoon like that asks for restraint. Whoever came for the music will move closer of their own accord. Whoever came for the bar should simply be able to finish their conversation. The volume belongs below that conversation, not above it.



