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When I first met The Sunday kids I was playing a festival gig with Them Holy Rollers, a band with local fame in which Folkert played bass guitar. They were going under the name of “Spendex devils” back then and they were a rowdy, sloppy mess with some good songs. I took a liking in them right away not in the least sense because they were crazy. Sander was the craziest of them all. He´d wear track suits and cowboy boots which at that time nobody did. He was loud. He´d say stuff that seemed completely worthless if it wasn´t for the slight chance of maybe using it in a song somewhere. So we listened. Sjoerd, the other guitar player, was a down to earth country boy. Slow paced and not sayin´ much. Come beer mode he´d be the least intelligible of them all. He´d get creative whistling into a beer bottle and having titters for hours, uttering words like “heuuuu”. Folkert was a longtime friend of mine. A charismatic front man with a great voice and a likable man. To me he´s one of the best lyricists that I know writing simple, heartfelt and funny lyrics. The drummer, Michiel, seemed like the only normal person in the band, which, in this case, was a blessing. When they decided to record at Twang Wolf studio I was just starting out with my business. I had bought a 1974 MCI console and a two-inch 24 track tape recorder without realizing the kind of maintenance these ancient pieces of rock ´n roll history require. At the same time, the band had never been to a studio. They´d never hea
