Alex Roeka, a whopper of a program. Right behind Reyer Black. Photo: Peter Beijers
He sings of dreams that caress and scratches. Rough in tone often. Definitely not a gifted singer. On the contrary. All these years, step by step, I have been looking for my own place. It is unmistakably in the theater, but you will not find it in the region of enthusiastic love songs. “Love…, what a misery that is.”