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i can see the daylight

"Galahad-esque," to some (these are more recent images)
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.

Maximilian Hecker

Maximilian Hecker

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.


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They Are Barcelona

Brian, Chris, Rhett

Barcelona at Stereopathic Sessions: Brian, Chris, Rhett

For all its qualities as a langue du monde (pardon my French), music is so regional. And Barcelona is Seattle. Barcelona is the name of the band that was created in Seattle two years ago when singer- songwriter Brian Fennell decided to join his vocal forces and keyboard with his college buddies Chris Bristol on the guitar and Rhett Stonelake, the “drums in the baaand,” (and childhood pal Brian Eichelberger on the bass, if we’re gonna be technical, but he stayed home and thus didn’t make it here). So they’re called Barcelona, but they sound like Seattle: alternative soft piano self-proclaimed “melodic indie rock machine” – a lot like Keane in “Hopes and Fears,” really. I hear them and I think Americano-with-cream in down-town Seattle with maybe Pike’s Place and the Anacortes Ferry and the Cascades thrown in. They’ve got something going.
Brian explained that “the name Barcelona means a lot of things to us, but the honest story is that the night of our first show we still didn’t have a name, and that was a name in the pool so an hour before the show we put our hands in the middle and I said, “Guys, we are going to be Barcelona… we decided to define it later.”
The image that they project now, two years later, reflects talent and personality. They’re charismatic performers and their music is beautiful; it accomplishes their goal of moving the audience to experience the emotion of the moment with them. They have plenty of talent. Rhett, who is 6’5” (believe me, that is tall – wah, wah taller than you think it is) can do amazing gymnastics besides beat his drums, so that shows skill, but the band’s covers and goofing around on stage prove they are artists. They’re more than capable of pursuing any style they please, but they found a sound that fits them like a glove and so that’s what they are wearing.
What I can’t believe is that they haven’t recorded “One is the Loneliest Number.” The only cover I’ve ever heard that is anything like it as far as sheer astounding quality is House of the Rising Sun by Muse –it’s the cover that the song was composed to be covered in: it sets magic soakin your spine. But even though “One” is not on their album, Absolutes is magnificent: every song is a rrringerr. Listen to “Colors” and feel your world change. Brian sniffs at my bourgeois bubble-popping sensibilities: he said he expresses himself best with “dirges.” But the fact remains that “Colors” is a song that expresses what you see and draws what you feel and wraps you up in at least 3 dimensions of lyric texture. And that’s important cause Color makes me smile.
Barcelona is still defining themselves, making stories (a band fav, just ask) en route on their 1st cross-country tour, but, so far, seriously – a Seattle-evocative, piano-driven group of good-lookers? they’re schnaz. Check em out.


//, Brian

Barcelona at Bumbershoot, YAY! Hils, Chris, Molly, Brian, Brian

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They Are Barcelona


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