Calmly and touching

The first two albums by Bill Fay 1970/71 were already bubbling a young singer-songwriter. From incredible musicality embossed short stories in song form, melancholic, profound, touching, beautiful. All this, even then as a young man in his twenties.
Now if only the fact would be enough that all of his 41 years before arisen and released album "Life is people" only now marking its total third official album and he went about intervening in the decades a normal factory job to stage a myth.

It seems Bill Fay but not located. He sees himself simply as a musician who has just not enough time sells plates and to live, now just lived a fairly normal life. But because over the decades apparently a few people did not forget his music and young people again and again discovered these old records for themselves and urged him yet again to record an album, he did eventually.

All those who pushed him, first and foremost producer Joshua Henry, can not be thanked enough. On their own initiative would Fay, now in retirement, made no attempt again to give rise to an album. It would be nonsense to oracles today about how the 15 or 20 albums could have sounded which have not occurred in the last forty years. That which was now, "Life is people", is an album, which will surely still have relevance also in back forty years and for me the songwriter plate 2012. I say this as an ardent admirer of Bob Dylan, the Master's recently published "Tempest" really likes plentiful and hereby does not want to degrade.

The album acts as would Bill Fay particular significantly younger, saying, Come sit down times to the old man, holding times for `ne hour's just shut up and listen to me. Listen to what I have to tell you about life, what I think about what is really important and especially how little really important.
And then you realize as a listener as from song to song more drops everything from one, all the fuss that surrounds us, everything pompous blubbering around us, the incredibly important urgent appointments and commitments, all the delivered pasted with bright colors glow reality that we now in everyday surrounding, all clamoring debates about basically nothing.

Bill Fay makes today little songs, as well as four decades ago. Actually, nothing exciting about them, neither compositionally, still in the implementation when importing and lyrically he does not scratch himself with his left hand on your right ear. But this very unemotional simplicity, this uninszenierte and honest storytelling, to a captivating, touching voice, make these twelve songs great, the album essential.

It remains only to wish that this album ad hoc more attention is bestowed as the two predecessors and then Bill Fay still presents us with a few more albums on the shelves.