Antiker Übertragungsweg

His voice is like an antique trunk with its leather cracking, but still smooth and soft to the touch.
William Fitzsimmons has sad eyes that you can hear. It seems as if he is telling his listeners that if they don't take him seriously, they might as well not bother listening at all, but in a sense of being humble, polite, and respectful.

He writes often of his parents' divorce, on occasion from one of their perspectives. The lines he creates paints a picture of a hazy charcoal night that leaves hollow places to saturate with your imagination that melancholy, bittersweet dispair.

I see him standing, palms facing forward, showing that there is nothing left of him to share except through his lyrics and melody. Emotionally, he is giving his all, plunging into his core.

"When You Were Young" by William Fitzsimmons


My discussion on Mr. Fitzsimmons is not over yet.

Title: "Antique Trunk" in German
In My Head: a bunch of sad songs, tentatively "I'm Not That Girl" from Wicked