Guido Belcanto // Pavilion of Human Drifts

On a hot day last summer, Guido Belcanto drove his silver Cadillac to Brussels, towards the Jubelpark. There he stood in a pavilion before the gigantic relief De Menselijke Driften van Jef Lambeaux. Among the bodies in stone, he also recognized himself. The busker who moved from cafe to cafe with songs by, among others, the Zangeres Zonder Naam. The man who later sang his own lusts, without shame. And also the shadow sides of others, with much compassion, but not without humor. Back home, he took pen and guitar in hand and wrote with a sinister smile on his lips: ‘Life is a harsh horror … We are all in the same boat: everyone, poor or rich, we are going to die’. Soon the silver Cadillac will zoom over Belgian and Dutch roads again. In its trunk is a new record, Het Paviljoen der Menselijke Driften, but also old crackers, a few murder ballads, and his versions of songs by Loudon Wainwright III, David McWilliams, and the Zangeres Zonder Naam. There is no concept for the show. Or rather, there is. The concept is called Guido. So expect the unexpected. But also a veteran who can still do it. Someone who sings with a sweet, familiar voice, formed by nights, lusts, and love that does not yield.