Ricky Koole - Rare Leeftijd

Ricky is going solo. But for real this time. Without musicians. Though with a guitar, of course. She has no idea why, but she is restless. She is bothered by a messy jawline, by people who speak too softly, by kiwis from New Zealand, by breathing in and out for too long during yoga, and it turns out she sometimes thinks out loud.

She talks about her teenage son who is no longer waiting for her, while her parents are actually demanding more and more attention. Meanwhile, she doesn't know if she can still flirt with younger men because she isn't sure if she is old or not. She thinks she is.

Ricky sharply observes her surroundings and herself. Has the world gone crazy, or is she just in a strange phase herself? Friends say: 'you're at a weird age, that's what it is. It's only temporary.'

She herself had hoped that at this point in her life she would finally have the feeling that she had achieved something. That she would be walking around cheering, liberated from the opinions of others. What always helps is singing. So she sings the most beautiful songs like a young blackbird.