Eddy Loozen Maalbeek Dance

Some cold day in Brussels

After a sleepless, restless night wherein

I was kept awake

Because the mother of my child not

returning home

Staying the night at another man’s place

Knowing this was going to be the long awaited, nevertheless painful, end of our relationship

 

The morning after that feverish night

A musical meeting was planned with Brussels based enfant terrible

Free music (what’s in a  name?) piano wizard

Shaman

Poète maudit

Eddy Loozen

 

That morning

My stomach hard as a rock

 

So I went

Salle Maelbeek

Etterbeek

Brussels

Near Place Shuman

At the heart of the European district

Where my father had worked most if not

all of his life

 

Eddy lived not far from there.

In some rundown modernist architect’s house

Cockroaches included

Eddy

The shaman

The most impossibly beautifully intense musician I’ve ever played music with

 

That morning

As I entered the venue

Eddy and his habitual following was

waiting for me at the entrance of the hall

Saw my state of being

We exchanged some words

He touched my belly

Hard as rock

And began to sing and go into some

other state

 

And we started to howl, move around, dance

Crawl

Slowly entering the room

Extatic

Somehow animal

Or deeply human

And then we played

And danced

And sang

 

And my stomach

I like to remember

it loosened up a little