VI.BE

Just Call me Charlie is just me, Charlie.

I sing ,not always very in tune, I play the guitar pretty poorly and I'm a novice in digital musicmaking. This is what you get when three bad things become one. I've been doing this since the beginning of the year, and I don't really know what it is I'm doing. Call it what you like, I'm not up to date with all those fancy genres.

Inspired by depressions and addictions, two lovely girls and a dirty basement, a job at the psychiatric hospital, the sound of a saw cutting through oak, nature's fine phenomena, gardening and rock climbing adventures, meat and coffee and cigarettes, Belgian dullness, American grandeur and Chinese weirdness, anything I can get my hands on for less than 12 euros, the spirit of an empty battery, the cool of my shadow in the evening sun, and money, yeah money, ..., everything I hate, and the first thing that comes to mind, fingers and hair and missing teeth, mud and silver, our friendly neighbour, and the asshole that puts his junk under my wipers, my forgotten youth, your grandmothers dog, time because it doesn't fly, unfinished stories, rust and whipped cream and dirt.