In Waalre we played at a garden party. No stage and no hall, but a terrace with chairs around it and guests walking from the barbecue to the grass and back again. In a garden like that you hear everything: the conversation two chairs away just as clearly as the guitar.
We take that into account. We play softly enough for the conversations to carry on and for anyone who wants to listen to do so from their chair. Nobody has to raise their voice to finish a story.



