“You are a true artiste with your own unique vision and style here”
“As creatively structured & Produced as created… and played”
“The sound of it is dazzling and the emotion just oozes of the CD. Truly a sonic treat from beginning to end.”

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“Send a thousand million postcards from a place I’ve never been,
to a thousand million people, friends I guess I’ve never seen.
I’m a knight that’s lost in dreaming, wandering on my Trojan horse,
waiting outside your castle, a fortress that has no doors”

 

 

“Your gaze over the water, your feet covered with sand,
trying to clear your mind holding your memories in your hand.
Now you juggle your thoughts around until their vapor moistens the air,
like a million invisible raindrops, tears of your love’s despair.”

 

 

 “I see by now you are not a songwriter as much as a song painter with these musical canvases or song snapshots you paint. Like “P.S” it took me on a whole emotional and dream like journey in my mind, but this time you supplied the full story for me in words and music. Although I’m sure we both know this isn’t very commercial by today’s standards, and I don’t know where something like this goes, I don’t know if that matters. You are a true artiste with your own unique vision and style here. This does remind me of French and European things like Jacques Brel or the kind of music classics by Michel Legrand like “What Are You Doing for The Rest of Your Life?” or “Windmills of Your Mind”. But I also finally get from both your name and your accent in singing this on tape, you are Dutch. So let’s say you are just following in the grand tradition of Van Gogh, Rembrandt, or Rubens in creating your own sonic masterpieces.” – UNISONG INTERNATIONAL SONGWRITING CONTEST

 

 

 

 

“You shouldn’t hurry to make it until home,
you shouldn’t worry my friend, to be out there alone.
You’re on a long ride home towards the midnight sun,
for the play’s missing curtain, of a story that has never begun.”

 

 

“My summer dream in your winter sleep,
will wake you up, will sigh and weep.
The sizzling snow on your naked breast,
your melting flesh by my heat possessed.”

 

 

 

 

 “This can’t be judged by the normal standards or commercial criteria regular songs and lyrics are judged by, but more on hearing this all as one whole piece and does it move or not. It’s the same way you look at a painting to try and fathom the full richness of what the painter was thinking when he created it. So let’s just say I love what you are doing here and I’m becoming a Paul Verhoogt fan. Maybe I’ll see your CD next time in Amsterdam on sale right next to a book on Rembrandt paintings. Different century, same art.” – UNISONG INTERNATIONAL SONGWRITING CONTEST