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MOTO.orchestre

About Me

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Moto (Dirk Elst and Joy Voncken) was originally a percussion band, more specific an Afro Cuban percussion ensemble. We couldn't stop talking and singing while playing so poetry songs and spoken word were added. The talking of our drums about love, society, the human condition, time present, past and future didn't do the job sufficient enough. Let's say we try to "melodianize" the rhythm.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 26/07/2007
Band Members: Dirk Elst: lyrics, music berimbao and percussion Joy Voncken: music, backings, drums and percussionLore Rabaut: drawings and cover design
Influences: The Bible, TS Eliot, Rainer Maria Rilke, Shakespeare, Jalal ad-Din Rumi, Rabindranath Tagore and others. Gospel, Cuban rumba and Santeria, blues and jazz, Didier Labarre, Dave Eugene Edwards and Boubacar "Kar Kar" Traore. Everything that surrounds us and what we sometimes call reality or what we make out of it. Everything that sounds like a rattling chariot and sneers with a broken canine. Also people who are here, there or were somewhere. And we are of course, influencing each other too.
Sounds Like: The moment in the draughty church at smokefall or in the barn, minutes before the rain starts to beat.
Type of Label: Major

My Blog

All that Fuzz

What's all this fuzz about, we're heading for our one second of glory. Begging out praising out loud, ritualizzzzzzzzee commercializzzzzzzzze what we've lost in the sacrifice of our past.   Zie...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 18:05:00 GMT

Slaap.

Eens je van de dag verliest kan je dan slapen zonder dat mijn gestamel als zijde over je rust?   Zonder dat ik naast je lig en over je buik, je borsten om jou naar woorden zoek?   Maar je to...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 08:02:00 GMT

Terug van Maerlant - Dirk Elst

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=72L1pJJ1Gtg
Posted by on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 05:03:00 GMT

Het Lied van Gwij

O Gwijde van Dampierre!Onze Dietse kleine droomt te rentenieren in een eigen weide,een eigen gesticht. Los van't heden want aan't heden zijn we niets verplicht.O Gwijde van Dampierre!We kijken als tre...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 01:47:00 GMT

extract of "My friend straight ahead"

in their stillness I see scales of music to play time is ticking and my drumset too the words I hear talk with the present glide in my past within seconds dies their actual sound finally every beginn...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 06:05:00 GMT

Joppe "Utah" van Linkerwaat

There was nothing left that night in the winterbed. I came out my cabane and went for a walk. All of a sudden I saw a man, drunk but smart enough to get his hands on a lady. Well, how come you're pul...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 02:52:00 GMT