Gastenboek
Lya Wolters
maandag 20 april 2015
Achter Glas
Beste Boudewijn, je nieuwe CD net beluistert, hartstikke goed!
Cornelis Drijfhout
maandag 20 april 2015
Schemering.
Hello, goodbye Boudewijn en ieder,
Een schitterend album.
De muziek en zang is subliem.
Voor mij is het lied Schemering het toppunt van gevoel.
Ik geniet er intens van.
Dit is wat een mens nodig heeft.
Met een groet,
Cornelis.
Een schitterend album.
De muziek en zang is subliem.
Voor mij is het lied Schemering het toppunt van gevoel.
Ik geniet er intens van.
Dit is wat een mens nodig heeft.
Met een groet,
Cornelis.
Ien vd Akker
maandag 20 april 2015
achter glas
Wil je even bedanken voor deze warme cd!
johanna
maandag 20 april 2015
achter glas
Wat een fantastische cd. Wij genieten van alles. Heemsteedse Dreef is herkenbaar.
Peter van der Werff
maandag 20 april 2015
BOUDY AT THE STYX
Dit heb ik aan buitenlandse vrienden gestuurd:
With the last eight songs if his new album Achter Glas (Behind Glass) he’s shifting to Schubert of the Lowlands: Boudewijn de Groot, best singer-songwriter of the Netherlands. His artistic authenticity can’t conceal any longer his early trauma. The pain that has lived in his system throughout all his seventy years, is truly maturing now and transforms into music and words.
Boudewijn was born in a Japanese camp in Jakarta, Indonesia. Within a year, his mother died in the camp, ‘her body thrown in a hole by the Jap’. All he has are some photos of her, while his father refused to tell him about her.
In three ways I feel close to Boudewijn. We played football at the same fields, his brother Roland was in my school class, Boudy made music with another schoolmate of me, Rob Hoeke, worked with my later neighbor Lucien Duzee and studied at the old Film Academy that borders my present building. But, more than that, Boudewijn and I belongto the same spirited subculture that he represents with his excellent music. And third, we both carry the pain of World War II that has hit our parents so much that all we could do was to internalize it and, as we grow older, finally have it surfaced and express it.
I hope that Boudewijn, like me, once having reached River Styx, finds the ferryman Charon to transport him across the river, and will mobilize his artistic talents to tell us about shores at the other side.
With the last eight songs if his new album Achter Glas (Behind Glass) he’s shifting to Schubert of the Lowlands: Boudewijn de Groot, best singer-songwriter of the Netherlands. His artistic authenticity can’t conceal any longer his early trauma. The pain that has lived in his system throughout all his seventy years, is truly maturing now and transforms into music and words.
Boudewijn was born in a Japanese camp in Jakarta, Indonesia. Within a year, his mother died in the camp, ‘her body thrown in a hole by the Jap’. All he has are some photos of her, while his father refused to tell him about her.
In three ways I feel close to Boudewijn. We played football at the same fields, his brother Roland was in my school class, Boudy made music with another schoolmate of me, Rob Hoeke, worked with my later neighbor Lucien Duzee and studied at the old Film Academy that borders my present building. But, more than that, Boudewijn and I belongto the same spirited subculture that he represents with his excellent music. And third, we both carry the pain of World War II that has hit our parents so much that all we could do was to internalize it and, as we grow older, finally have it surfaced and express it.
I hope that Boudewijn, like me, once having reached River Styx, finds the ferryman Charon to transport him across the river, and will mobilize his artistic talents to tell us about shores at the other side.