Frans van Deursen - Motel Coyote (2020)

Not so long ago, Frans van Deursen drives alone from Los Angeles to Miami in nine weeks. For nine weeks he zooms through deserts and skims over mountain passes, from sea to shining sea. With a car full of music and the wind through the waning hair. He hears sand dunes buzzing and sees Crystal Meth cookers boiling. He feels small at the Grand Canyon and big in New Orleans. He sings with the Navajo and whines with the coyotes, comes one handshake away from Tom Waits and witnesses the bra's demise several times. Seventeen states, 12604 kilometers and about 40 motels later, he is on the east coast of America and he knows: "The country I love is bankrupt, the American Dream has turned into a nightmare and with a joker in the White House there is little chance to awakening. "

In Motel Coyote, Frans unpack his suitcase full of stories and empties his backpack with song lyrics, which he has provided with notes together with Wouter Planteisjes and Al McLachlan, partners in various musical crimes.