Times of great miracles are past.

Konzerttip for spontaneous: Tonight, Felix Meyer in public works.

German Sung is just booming. But it's not the question of that, but the question of how. And there are new answers Felix Meyer. Surprising answers to the music. Honest answers in the text. "I can not help it," he says with a smile, "I come from making pictures for writing. And while in the field of documentary photography. I do not need more truth hergibt than life. That may be surprising enough. "The second plate by Felix Meyer" First Love / Last Dance "is full of honesty and this is at least as rich in surprises. The new songs document the fact that pop music with Felix Meyer a storyteller has grown up in the tradition of the great French chansoniers such as Jacques Brel is also, as in that great American historians, such as Tom Waits. Comparisons that must not shy away from Felix Meyer.

More of this high office can look at, you must have already swallowed neat road dust. Because they have to come from somewhere: This very special person perspective on society. The clear and calm language. Musically and lyrically. The Question of Life, the Universe and Everything, Douglas Adams, as they would be better able to provide. "When you are with street music, as we make them for over 15 years, between Esprit and North Sea, between Montpellier, Dubrovnik and Hamburg Felix Meyer - ausrollst the great pop music storytellers your stage, then pulsates just this half of the universe, and always in a little of the whole rest in all its facets and in addition free pass to you, "says Felix Meyer, the rugged charm of the street," you see Human, All Too Human. The pathetic freak show and the whole great drama. But the small pleasures, great moments and quiet operation. "Who can look back on this jogged level of rich experience, as the group headed by Felix Meyer and who has been washed it with a lot of waters that may exist on the hard pavement and has developed the necessary insight to wrap the seen and heard in wonderful stories. Felix Meyer brings no worlds to collapse.

Musically it is on the album "First Love / Last Dance" ever loud and schlurfig rumplig. Since driving a banjo and a heavy scar liges schnaufendes accordion through the song. That's not nice. Since then more Tom Waits is the father of sound thought. Slowly but ecstatically dancing and a musette accordion by the soft-sounding piece, a trumpet, cries, complains of a choir and strings languish. Seem to put scraps breathe. Are wistful and sad. Then, rather melancholy Jacques Brel peeks around the corner. Both times reflects a truth of the street.