Performance

Sien Vanmaele: Hope she was worth it

Zaterdag
The electronic sound trip of a young woman with a broken heart hits you straight in the soul. This associative poetic tale is about her getting to grips with a love that deceived her. A dark stage filled with sweet words and temperamental guitars: A composition of hate, love and linguist artistry, in which she sings her way down memory lane. As we all know, love hurts.Do you remember us driving down to the Northern French coast and you sat down in a pile of dog poo on the sand and each time you wanted to kiss me, I was gagging a little as the smell was horrible and then you said: “look, this is real love” just as I vomited all over your shoes, not because of the smell of shit, but because we had had too many picon vin blancs?