Fit z simmons is indeed an owl, and the loneliness he ebe n if familiar. His plays, sung in a low, almost whispering voice, b e accompanies get gently with acoustic guitar, acting z u mostly heavy themes - death, separation from his woman or the divorce of his parents. O h ne his music the world would be a piece Fröhle i Cher, as he himself Schmu n zelnd grants. "I hope you are geko m men to be sad," he addressed the fans listening attentively. But without his music the world would be a piece ä r mer - that reveals a glimpse into the blissful faces of Z u listeners. And that just the saddest music can have an inside i constricting effect h a proves Fitzsimmons zw i between the pieces: a charming and lively he is, therefore, makes jokes about se i NEN impressive beard and creates ("sums the best bit of the Unive r !") again and again to bring the fans to laugh - Music is with him just too catharsis, writing and singing a cleansing process.
With se i Ner velvet-pawed lecture s as it fits it quite well in the religious context of the Mart i nikirche the difficult acoustics of the large church interior e r has established himself as for his music, which here gets enough space to develop. And when the fans sing "You hurt me still" in the chorus the refrain of, is actually an a n suspicious mood that the church context is more than worthy. Thus the concert a special, sensual and contemplative experience - and even though his plays the Traurigk have leased ince, in the end, the audience happy for a while and the world at least for an evening a better place.

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