news
This week. Different years. Same band. 30 years on stage. Brussels based. Jaune Toujours.
Some weeks are about the road as much as the destination.
2002 Paris. Two nights at La Maroquinerie. Petrol stations. Courtyards. The city waiting just beyond the venue doors.
2008 Canada. A ferry to Vancouver Island. A campsite where someone had turned the roof of a van into the perfect evening living room. And another UK gig where even the rear-view mirror became a camera.
2011 Winnipeg Folk Festival. Golf carts between stages. Interviews under prairie skies. Thousands of festivalgoers sharing the same songs.
2016 Bodvalenke. Hungary. New friends. A village audience waiting patiently before the first note.
2017 Stuttgart. A concert for Freunde & Refugees. Music crossing borders in more ways than one.
2019 Diksmuide. 4AD. Low lights. Loud brass. A room full of people leaning into the music.
2020 Outdoor concerts during Covid. Gardens. Care homes. Church squares. Finding ways to keep playing, even while keeping our distance.
2025 Uccle. Summer again. New faces in the band. Old rituals still intact. Including, apparently, another game of chess backstage.
Different countries. Different audiences. Different summers. Still packing the van. Still finding the next stage.
Different places. Same week, stretched across time. We don’t archive the past. We carry it. Still playing. Still moving. Still open to the next room.
Touring has never only been about the shows.
It’s also about the people you travel with, the small traditions that appear out of nowhere, the landscapes that stay with you, and the moments that no one planned but everyone remembers. Looking back more than twenty years later, Norway still feels like one long story full of music, laughter and unexpected beauty.
Norway. This week in 2003.
One journey. One unforgettable detour.
Three concerts became many more. A concert hall for the European Broadcasting Union. An acoustic set beside a camper van. A breakfast concert on a bridge. A parade and a jam with musicians from different corners of the world.
In between?
Camping sites. Ferries. Mountains. Glaciers. Birthdays. Toy Viking helmets. Chess games. Wildflowers picked on the roadside. Beer that was… memorable for reasons beyond the taste. And an inflatable pink rabbit that somehow became part of the adventure.
This week. Different years. Same band. 30 years on stage. Brussels based. Jaune Toujours.
Some weeks are all about summer. Festivals. Roads. Ferries. Train stations. Backstages that are anything but glamorous.
2003 Førde. Norway. Concert halls. Town squares. Breakfast concerts on a bridge. One festival becoming many performances.
2005 Portsmouth. Festival of the Sea. The van. The crew. Another harbour. Another stage.
2007 Couleur Café. Brussels. A special one.
2008 Rudolstadt. Thousands of people. Brass. Movement. A crowd that seemed to stretch to the horizon.
2011 AfroBelBeat begins. A first press shoot with our friends from Gangbé Brass Band. The start of a collaboration that would lead to concerts, recordings and lasting friendships.
2023 Fusion Festival. Lärz. From hauling every case to the station...to unpacking them again in a truck that doubled as backstage. The glamorous side of touring.
2024 The final mixes for Vertigo. One step closer.
2025 Mechelen. Ottertrotter. Funny faces backstage. Brass on stage. Thirty years of stories. And somehow, we’re still making new ones.
Different places. Same week, stretched across time. We don’t archive the past. We carry it. Still playing. Still moving. Still open to the next room.
One more thing…
We realised Norway in 2003 deserved more than a couple of slides. There were simply too many beautiful views, strange adventures and wonderfully ridiculous moments to squeeze into this carousel.
So this weekend, we’re taking you back to Førde for a special photo diary.
A letter arrived in our letterbox that left us completely speechless…
thank you so much for listening and for your words, Wim Backx…
it warmed our hearts...
Thirty years on the road. Some things never get old.
Thank you to everyone who joined Jaune Toujousr at Brosella Festival for the first of their special 30 Years of Jaune Toujours concerts. Sharing the stage with so many friends and guests, seeing old faces and new ones come together. Celebrating three decades of music in Brussels with everyone who came to listen, dance, cheer and celebrate felt pretty special
Next stop: Trefpunt Festival at Gentse Feesten on 17 July.
Another 30 Years of Jaune Toujours celebration.
Another stage full of guests.
Some familiar faces, some new ones (!)
See you in Ghent?
Beautiful pictures by @shamrockraver
plus one very special final bow captured by Lula Maris
This week. Different years. Same band. 30 years on stage. Brussels based. Jaune Toujours.
Some weeks are about festivals. Others are about the roads between them. And sometimes, they’re about everything that happens around the music.
2001 Brussels. Fête de la Musique. A stage on the Grand Place. A concert on in a harbour. Black-and-white memories of long summer evenings.
2005 Brussels. Café Belga. An audience close enough to sing along.
2009 Fusion Festival. Lärz. A stage called Datscha. A handwritten setlist. A crowd gathering as night falls.
2010 Brussels. The press conference for the Belgian, Spanish and Hungarian EU Trio Presidency. Music. Dance. Journalists. Cameras. An accordion and a megaphone finding their place in the middle of it all.
2013 Recording Routes. Studio jokes. Studio concentration. Friends from Gangbé Brass Band joining the sessions.
2015 Luxembourg. A stage selfie before the show. Brussels. Bal Moderne. A dance floor where everyone was invited.
2023 MillMash Festival. Wezemaal. Another summer stage. Another crowd. Another chapter.
Different years. Different audiences. Different reasons to play. Still making music. Still crossing borders. Still collecting stories.
Different places. Same week, stretched across time. We don’t archive the past. We carry it. Still playing. Still moving. Still open to the next room.