Now for over 2 months, it runs in my player: "The paradise of fake things" by Nils Frevert. And I could still cry in some of his songs, because force them inevitably to watch a back and look at their own lives. There are so many scenes, moments, little stories in the songs of Mr. Frevert which are sung and orchestrated personal and intimate that you almost get the feeling to sit with Nils in a small corner bar and old hamburger with him as with a buddy to let reminisce life. Nils talks about his son, his buddy from psychiatry, his accident, the days in a coma and everything could be stories and events from their own lives. If one knows everything, an everything is somehow familiar. Man finds himself in the beautiful horn arrangements, or in the accompanied by piano melodies. A month after the appearance of this great album my best friend died and former significant other. He committed suicide. The song "Swear" could deal with him, so familiar to me these lines. - Without this album I would have certainly not found so much comfort and warmth. Nils Frevert has always been there and dried her tears. I do not know if I would have as good plugged in and processes the hard hours and many tears if I had not had this "friend", this album. Thank Nils Frevert! I hope you accompany us with your true and true words and your music for quite a while more!
