Twee jaar na “A Monkey on a Wooden Horse” (2010) ligt hij er: de nieuwe CD van Filip de Fleurquin: "Telephone Booth Hotel".

In de ware traditie van de verteller. Een beetje majeur, een snuifje mineur. Gentse Americana gebotteld in de Vlaamse Ardennen.

Voor het Broodje–Brussel concert wordt Filip de Fleurquin in The Music Village begeleid door: The Famous Hollow Bamboo, Ht Roberts – Bruno Deneckere – Niels Delvaux - Serge Bakker

Ht Roberts zei onlangs nog ”Het is een DARK AND DANGEROUS plaatje geworden”.

Getuige daarvan deze songtekst van de hand van Filp de Fleurquin:

Dark river, bright city lights
A left and right on the right side, you cannot hide
A dirty telephone booth near a fancy hotel
Where fancy ladies fancy dirty rich old men

She said “life goes on and on” I said “is that what it does?”
It didn’t come easy; sometimes enough is more than enough

I see it clearly now
No need to close my eyes
Do you know how it feels to be lost in time?

Dark river, bright city lights
A blue, red and white plastic TATI bag
Some travelled far, some travelled hard
Lost in a lonely broken heart

I see it clearly now
No need to close my eyes
Do you know how it feels to be lost in time?

She took the night train to the Big Adios
A one-way ticket down that winding road
So she could hang her coat on the gallows’ tree
Is there someone left who can watch over me?
I saw it clearly then
Saw it in the way she smiled
Me who knows how it feels to be lost in time

Dark river, bright city lights