They still exist, those moments when you silently listening music that captures a sprochwörtlich. They still exist, the plates that are convincing in their entire length. They still exist, the incredible "simple" compositions that can silence an account of their structural simplicity and a stunning expressiveness humble. They still exist, the sound experiences that come along timeless classic orchestrated and -despite make wise sound width and partial "orchestral arrangements" - actually lose nothing of their deep intensity and above all intimacy. Infinite thanks to Bill Fay (and Jeff Tweedy !?) for this gift: You feel "concerned" and addressed personally. It remained at yesterday's first hearing at first speechless with emotion. Today and now determine is: Bill Fay was rediscovered (Be thank God!). Its board has the power to cause or trigger, which can hardly be put into words the listener something.
