On touring and the memory of voice

by Joke Debaere Of all things possible, I find the voice the most intimate part of the body. I have looked at myself in the mirror. I have hated what I saw, loved what I saw. Some confrontation there. But nothing like my own sound, speaking through the speakers. If ever I wanted to run … Continue reading On touring and the memory of voice

an existential allowance

sitting in a cosy english antique shop muffled over as a tea room with a copy of the first proclamation of Thanksgiving next to our table (November 24, 1623) i watch the video (link below) i assembled of moments between Joke and myself on stage over the past years my wish is to share it … Continue reading an existential allowance