To all of you who have been writing and asking when you’ll hear new songs or when will the next shows be, I’m happy to say I’ve been working on a new record. 
You’ll know more soon and in the meantime I keep your trust and support close. I can’t wait to get my dream team on the road to you again.

 Love from Brussels,


  ©Pavel Matěj 

This fall and winter I’ll be taking some time to work on what will be next, giving little updates now and then.

Before that I’m happy to share with you the latest project I participated in which will be performed this Saturday during Brussels Nuit Blanche.

Dancer and choregrapher Jörg Müller invited Moni Wespi to dive in in his underwater tube and do a solo performance for which I wrote the soundtrack.

Looking forward to see this by night in the outside,  stop by and join us to share your impressions! There also will be three other solo shows performed in turns between 8:00 PM and 1:00 AM in St Catherine, among them will be Jörg Müller’s.

Special thanks to Moni Wespi for inviting me on board and trusting me, Peter Silberman (The Antlers) for lending me his voice and reading my words and Jörg Müller, creator of the «noustube» project.

More infos: here

Moni in watertube

That 2015 hasn’t started off well is the least we can say.

I am no Charlie. I enjoy the right not to express a view on events I always feel I know too less about to take part in debates unable to put themselves into question and where we use the same words but do not mean the same things. I always find myself with more questions than answers and today more than usual I wonder how we’ve reached this point.

On that day, January 7, I was in Athens where none of my friends and relatives have proper heating in their home. You might not believe it given the pictures we get of Greece abroad but winter bites there as well and a building that has not felt the warmth of a radiator for few years can get colder than the idea of cold a you or a me can picture. Some people spend more time in their local café or supermarket than in their house. There heating can still be afforded. I was assuming that Greek citizens searching in the garbage for food were the “just” a minor exception. I was proven wrong. You know that feeling when you’re dreaming and places or people are supposed to be the ones you know but for some reason their appearance is completely different? This is how it felt. It took me few days to process it was no dream nor optical illusion and finally grasp its reality.

Governement has brought Greeks to choose between dignity and starvation. In the city trash, they’ve stopped believing, giving up hope for it’s not filling the stomach. Yet it is a primary need, one of the few things that make you feel and look human.

‘Music’ is just music, and more generally ‘art’ is just art. It’s not meant to change the world; if anything, it can help us looking at it differently. Feeling helpless facing like everyone else today’s context, I decided to release this track. As third and probably last extract from album ROMANCE FLOATS. The least we can say is that 2015 hasn’t begun well, but if this speaks to some of you, well, that could be a re-start.

11.WIth hope comes the morning

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