driving through dark country roads or downtown moscow at midnight sophomore year I played a thrilling song that came to me from a website – just some website, but was magic I tell you. “Daylight” by Maximilian Hecker, starting gently but swelling until it filled the car and the nightsky and the whole world. I had that song, and “infinite love song” and I played them until I could no more – and then I forgot about him. hecker has an overwhelming thrilling semi-disco sound with that emotion that you hear in german Romantics (I actually mean the real ones – chopin, lizst, the men who weren’t afraid to spill their hearts on the keys), and a slight enticing german accent that you hear when he says “love” and in the deep corners of his r’s.
well, I thought about maximilian hecker again tonight because it was such a dark velvety night and I saw a comet (or else some HUGE flaming and extremely languid shooting star), and so I looked him up. he has a new cd; he’s touring china, and he’s a superstar in germany. it’s crazy, he looks like a cross between a beatle and adrian brody and chopin, the sensitive artistic type that needs to be shielded from the storms of this world; his website has a section for fan artwork with tons of neo-anime-cartoon-like portraits, and a few that are worth considering. it’s almost religious I tell you.
here’s an excerpt of his personal composer’s doctrine:
It allows me to perceive my soul, my true Self. I only write songs, because, to emotionally survive, I need to unblock the channel to my soul with the help of music to finally be able feel and to finally be able to express my deepest longing. A longing for disembodiment, a longing for an unsubstantial infinity, a longing for reunification with a lost entirety. Spoken psychoanalytically: the longing for reunification with the primary object to fill the fundamental gap that its lost has left.
as I prefer not to speak psychoanalytically, here’s his own paraphrase: It allows me to perceive my soul, my true Self. It allows me to finally feel.
i’ve been listening to more of him, including his new cd “rose,” and I highly recommend it if you are into neo-Romantics and the Adrian Brody schnaz and a recording that isn’t quite par but sounds slightly continental and retro like it’s coming through an uneven window.
The reviews on his site (the ones in English at least) are rich: he’s called a “milksop,” no apology, and often compared to James Blunt and John Denver. I’m a fan of Blunt and Denver too.