Yves Berendse has tried it for ten years, but now it finally succeeded: that big breakthrough. The only drawback? Be recognized. Ordinary people have harassed him at the baggage claim …
For ten years in pubs and steaming party tents to finally become a real Dutch celebrity: Yves Berendse made it completely. But yes, then suddenly there are people everywhere who dare to say: “Hey, are you not those of …?” Poor Yves. He just wanted to be famous, not addressed. And that is what is happening now.
No Dutchmen
It makes life difficult, says Yves. He can now only go on holiday with his girlfriend to distant places, without Dutch people. “We are both very devoted to the United States, so we made a tour there. Started in New York, then Washington – I wanted to take a picture for the White House – and then to Nashville.”
Really nice, without all those Dutch, he says in the Linda. “” The fame has led I can do this work, so I don’t complain, but I have to say that the three weeks of America were very nice. I have not come across a Dutchman anywhere, nobody knew who I was there. ”
Sharp contrast
Those few weeks in America have Yves and his girlfriend ‘off -top’ – who can still hear this word now that it comes out of the mouth of Bas Smit every day? – On Curaçao. And there the misery started: all Dutch people. It was a ‘stark contrast’ after all those anonymous weeks in the US, according to the singer.
“In Curaçao, more or less with a flight from the Netherlands, we were suddenly landed after three weeks of anonymity with two hundred Dutch people at the luggage band. When one asked for a selfie, the fence was of course off the dam. Then I saw Sophie rolling her eyes for a moment.”
Eleven hours
Yves and his girlfriend can no longer go out, he concludes. “Everything gets used, but I am aware that I can’t just hang somewhere on the bar. It is not that I am super losy, but nowadays I pay more attention, I am more careful. So I don’t go to Café Bolle Jan anymore in the morning.”
“If I step there at eleven o’clock on Saturday evening … That’s not nice for the friends I am with. People often have a slokkie on, want to be photographed: then I am busy all evening. It is always nice and nice, but it has led me to barely do things like that.”