Tim Jaacks
Guitar, voice, German lyrics. That's all this young man needs to fill a stage. The elementary questions he asks himself and the listener in his songs get by without showmanship.
Where other people tend to rush by in the hustle and bustle of everyday life, Tim Jaacks likes to take a closer look. Packed into little melancholy pop songs, he brings out the stories that really get to us - about failed plans, fortune cookies and the feeling of always being late. His voice resonates in the full range that is needed for such topics: If it is narrative in the quiet passages, it sometimes swings up energetically and pushes the listener with emphasis in the ear. When the melodic guitar playing fades into the background at these points in order to give the uncomfortable truths their necessary space, one sometimes feels caught as a listener, so much one recognizes oneself between the lines.
Besides all the depth, however, there is always room for lightness, especially in his live concerts. With modest composure and warmth, the likeable fuzzy head ensures that you always go home with a pleasant feeling after his concerts - and perhaps take the time to take a closer look yourself at the next opportunity.
Besides all the depth, however, there is always room for lightness, especially in his live concerts. With modest composure and warmth, the likeable fuzzy head ensures that you always go home with a pleasant feeling after his concerts - and perhaps take the time to take a closer look yourself at the next opportunity.
