Because I lover her so, Amelie [beautiful Sigur Ros song (redundant?) btw]. Don't watch that if you haven't seen the movie.

Your move, dumbface.

Musique

Sorties de disques :

9 septembre : Band de garage
16 septembre : Tryo
23 septembre : Les Cowboys Fringants, TV on the Radio
7 octobre : Oasis, Of Montreal
14 octobre : The Cure
21 octobre : The Dears
28 octobre : Jean Leloup, Jane's Addiction
11 novembre : Daniel Boucher
18 septembre : U2, Mononc' Serge et Anonymus

Spectacles, galas, remises de prix, festivals :

6 septembre : Karkwa, Alfa Rococo, Radio Radio, Socalled et autres en spectacle dans le vieux-port
11 au 14 septembre : Salon de la musique indépendante de Montréal
14 septembre : Dandy Warhols au Club Soda
17 septembre : Bloc Party
20 septembre : Sigur Ros au Quai Jacques-Cartier
21 septembre : Gala GAMIQ
26 septembre : Black Mountain au National
9 octobre : Karkwa au Club Soda
5 novembre : Feist au Centre Bell
12 novembre : Nine Inch Nails au Centre Bell
1er décembre : Neil Young au Centre Bell

Cinéma

W., de Oliver Stone
The Road, de John Hillcoat
Miracle at St. Anna, de Spike Lee
Valkyrie, de Bryan Singer

En plus, des élections surement le 14 octobre. Ça promet.

This also meant that the rather fantastic Santogold was met with a slightly smaller crowd than the hype would probably have suggested. It's to her credit that she decided to play to the ones who were there, rather than the ones who weren't.

And those who had made it in were rewarded by a truly brilliant half-hour set. There's a touch of hip-hop, dancehall, trance, post-punk, pop and rave to the sound and it should be a mess, but isn't. Flanked by two unsmiling singers/dancers in military fatigues, she blasted out the latest contender for ELM's single of the year in 'L.E.S. Artistes' before a truly coruscating version of 'Unstoppable' really did get the wet crowd shaking off the Sunday afternoon lethargy.

She was also somewhat at odds with her media persona of unsmiling diva, having fun, cracking jokes and apologising for the weather (no need - we are Scottish, we are used to it.) The divine 'Lights out' is the best song Blondie never released and a reason to buy the album on it's own. She is just great

ELM decided to then go sample the delights of the Real Ale and Champagne Tents, before being left with an early evening headache - Camera Obscura or Elbow? Those who did decide on the Glasgow band reported an excellent set showcasing plenty of new material.

ELM, of course, went to see Elbow, and did not regret it for a second. From their hammy entrance to 'Starlings' they played a set which is pretty much what you'd want from them. 'Leaders of the Free World', 'Forget Myself' and a stunning version of 'Newborn' were matched by a much louder version of 'Grounds For Divorce' which ripped the tits off the recorded one and pissed on the wound.

Closing with a mass singalong of 'One Day Like This', Guy Garvey was both basking in and reflecting the crowds enjoyment. It was a truly inclusive festival set, and their 50 minutes seemed to rattle past in 20, which is always a good sign.

Next up, the always eccentric Goldfrapp, dressed in another shimmering poncho-thing, and she was excellent. great versions of 'A&E' and 'Number One' before the inevitable - but brilliant - run-through of 'Strict Machine'. She has a terrific stage presence and even managed to charm despite her unlovely accent.

West End Wookie had been saying all day that the rain would stop for Sigur Ros due to the power of the Icelanders music. And damned if the hairy bastard wasn't right.

I'm not going to accurately translate in words how special Sigur Ros were. If you imagine having sex with a long-standing crush, someone you never thought you could land, whilst eating raspberry ripple ice-cream and finding out your mortgage has been cleared by a mystery benefactor...well, that's only almost as good as Sigur Ros were.

Backed (for the last time, apparently) by Amina, their incredible, strange stageshow and apparel came straight out of a Tim Burton movie. Despatching 'Hoppipola' surprisingly quickly simply fed the crowds sense of wonderment. It was quickly exceeded by a mouth-watering take on 'Saeglopur' and 'Meo Blodnasir'.

The tracks from the latest album went down a storm. Sitting at a keyboard which looked as though it had been lifted direct from Willy Wonka's factory, the astonishing 'Vi? Spilum Endaluast' is the most beautiful, affecting, inspiring and downright lovely song you will ever hear. A massed dance and clapathon through 'Gobbeldigook' as silver paper fell and the people everywhere wore beatific smiles and punched the air and they were gone, leaving only an afterglow.

As Sigur Ros get older, more confident either, they aren't afraid to hide behind the glacial aspects of their work or the faceless stage persona of earlier days (five years ago they would never have asked the crowd to sing along with the songs.) They are so much cooler now they are warmer.

The Wookie remarked 'I'd hate to be Alex Kapranos right now' and he was right. how do you follow that? ELM decided they couldn't, and headed off. And we weren't alone - it seemed there was a post-Ros stampede.

So, how was Connect overall? It delivered more than it promised, in all honesty, but that was due to the performances of the artists and the spirit of the crowd. The organisers have to do better with the bill next year. They have got so much right - the unrivalled beauty of the location, the great food, the audience - that they just have to get the last bit correct too. Do that and they'll never need to worry about ticket sales again.

Today’s yoga time ended up just being me and my good friend, Carrie, which was a little disappointing for me, but God knows what we each need. So, I stuck with what I had planned and we had a nice time of reconnecting with our breath, our bodies and our God.

I started the yoga time by sharing what I’ve been calling God this week, “God who is”. That’s who I needed God to be this week… I needed him to just exist, to be. I needed to know and experience that God is. I needed Him to be with me and in me and with those I love and in them.

Then we watched the Nooma video, Breathe, letting the thoughts sink into our minds and our bodies with each breathe. Breathing in the blessing at the end, “May you come to see that God is here right now with us all of the time. May you come to see that the ground you are standing on is holy. And as you slow down, may you become aware that it is in ‘Yod,’ ‘Heh,’ ‘Vav,’ ‘Heh’ that we live and we move and we breathe.”

After that we did this yoga routine with a the cd Sigur Ros ( ) for music. (Disclaimer: I made this one up and I have no formal training or teacher’s certification. I researched the poses and did the best I could putting together a sequence but if you choose to use this sequence on your own do so knowing that it was not made by a certified professional):

Skull Brightener Breath

Mountain Pose

Upward Salute 

(Repeat mountain pose and upward salute 3 times - inhaling as you come into upward salute and exhaling as you come back into mountain pose)

Downward facing dog

Upward facing dog 

(Repeat downward facing dog and upward facing dog 3 times – moving smoothly from one to the other as you breathe)

Chair pose  

Upward Salute on an inhale

Mountain pose on an exhale   

Eagle Pose (without crossing the legs)

Upward Salute on an inhale

Mountain pose on an exhale  

Garland Pose 

Upward Salute on an inhale

Mountain pose on an exhale   

Gate Pose

Camel Pose

Hero Pose

Lion Pose

Childs pose                                                  

Bharadvaja’s Twist to the right

Staff pose

Bharadvaja’s Twist to the left

Seated forward bend

Bound Angle pose 

Revolved Head-to-Knee Pose with right leg straight

Head-to-knee forward bend with right leg straight 

Half Lord of the Fishes Pose with right leg over left

Staff pose

(Repeat last 4 poses on left side)

Fish pose 

Pull knees to chest and rock back and forth

Happy Baby Pose

Corpse pose

While lying in corpse pose I read this quote from the book With Open Hands by Henri Nouwen:

“The man who lives from God’s breath can recognize with joy that the same breath sinks into the lungs of his fellowman, and that they are both drawing from the same source. At this mutual realization, the fear of another disappears, a smile comes to the lips, the weapons fall, and one hand reaches out for the other. He who recognizes the breath of God in another can truly let another enter his life, too, and can receive the gifts which are given to him.”

Peace be with you.

Rejoicing in the journey -
Bethany Stedman

This is my definition of perfection.

Sigur Ros's Untitled #1 (Vaka), from the album "( )"

Konserten avslutades med det fantastiska eposet Popplagið från albumet ( ), som förövrigt sjungs på ett påhittat språk, vonlenska - hoppländska. Spåret är långt men för dem som aldrig lyssnat på Sigur Rós rekommenderas hela videon här under.

En sån här låt kräver naturligtvis också bra hårdvara. Tyvärr avslöjar den vad mina Dynaudio Focus 220 kombinerat med Primare SPA21 egentligen går för. Fastän man lägger 50 tusen bara på högtalare och förstärkeri låter det platt, odefinierat och grötigt. Det är nästan så att man har lust att göra det förbjudna; köra ut det i 5.1.

Om gud kan lova mig ett ljudsystem som man kunde vara nöjd med skulle jag vara hans tillgivne i all evighet. Men det vet jag å andra sidan aldrig kommer att hända. Amen.

Läs även andra bloggares åsikter om Sigur Rós, primare, dynaudio, focus 220, spa21, way out west, gudabra

Loved it, loved it, loved it, loved it. Connect, I want to do it all again.

Got a big dose of the "wanna do it all again" blues this week. What a brilliant festival Connect is. Small enough to walk around quickly and easily, and to find your mates when you get lost. Great food (man oh man those smoked mussels are out of this world), some darn good music, new friends and old friends, some cracking dancing and plenty of mud and rain.  Mud was really bad this year, liquid mud a few inches deep in places, but that doesn't stop the fun. As Billy Connelly says, "In Scotland, there is no such thing as bad weather - only the wrong clothes." Welly boots and a poncho and you're laughing. At the same time, one of my favourite moments of the weekend was walking all the way to the Loch Fyne Hotel & Spa on Sunday morning, as it was absolutely pissing it down.  A couple of hours of leather sofa, sunday papers, tea, bacon rolls and some of the best mushroom soup I've ever had was just what Jamie the doc ordered. Brilliant.

Musical highlights definitely Sigur Ros, Beardyman and Crystal Castles, with Beardyman the best. If you ever get the chance to go see him somewhere, DO NOT MISS IT, absolutely incredible. Watching Kasabian next to the Duke singing away was pretty funny too...  Also, and this is brilliant, just brilliant, we spent Sunday afternoon, between bands on the main stage, playing dodgeball and then we did a Hokey Cokey. Funny. Robert found this today. Hilarious, I'll quote so you don't have to go searching.
Random highlight: By Sunday afternoon, without a pair of dry Calvin Kleins in a four mile radius, lesser mammals would have thrown in the towel, or drowned, but one group of plucky Scots lifted the spirits of thousands when they staged a brilliant performance of the Hokey Cokey by the front of the main stage. Just brilliant!

The guy obviously likes to use brilliant almost as much as me! Quality, that's probably the first and only time I'll life the spirits of thousands in my life! What a festival, no way I'll miss it next year. Only one wee caveat, I'd love them to make the lineup a little more alternative again, like last year. But to be fair, the lineup doesn't matter at all when you're with such a cracking bunch of people. Love my friends.

Op zaterdag begaven we ons zo snel mogelijk naar het festivalterrein voor het eerste optreden van de dag: Lykke Li. Bij de radiosingles was me niet onmiddellijk opgevallen hoe nasaal de stem van deze zoveelste frêle Scandinavische is. Misschien had ze die dag gewoon een verkoudheid. Het levendige trio leverde alleszins een leuke set af met catchy songs en reeds vroeg op de dag zorgden de Afrikaans geïnspireerde danspasjes van Lykke voor een leuke ambiance.

Daarna namen we een lange pauze op de camping: de volgende act die ik meepikte was Yelle. Héél Frans van aanpak: stevige electro met daarboven de typische, wat zuchtende en schrille stem van een Française die in haar teksten haar liefdes- en seksleven uit de doeken doet (vermoed ik toch, want ik heb niet de neiging om hard op teksten te letten, ze leek alleszins te beantwoorden aan het cliché van de wat arrogante, knappe Parisienne die het veel te druk heeft met winkelen, uitgaan en mannen van zich afslaan).

We laadden de batterijen even op met wat drum'n'bass van Friction & Hype in de Boiler Room en gingen daarna even Girl Talk bekijken in de dancehall. We kregen een langharige gek te zien die als door de duivel bezeten stond rond te springen achter zijn laptop, waar hij vermoedelijk met Ableton elementjes van tientallen bekende en minder bekende hits door elkaar haspelde. De ultieme belichaming van de digitale knip- en plakcultuur. Heel aanstekelijk, want het podium stond gauw vol met dansende mensen die zich uit het publiek hadden gehesen.

Voor MGMT was er veel te volk in en zelfs naast de Marquee, dus zochten we even onderdak in de Chateau, waar Benga ons op een stevige portie dubstep trakteerde. Tot dan toe had ik niet helemaal begrepen wat mensen precies in deze stijl zochten. Ik hou natuurlijk van de geweldige sounds en de diepe subbassen die dubstep met drum'n'bass gemeen heeft, maar de veel tragere beats maakten het voor mij vooral tot muziek voor een chill out moment, voor mensen die ver weg zijn onder invloed van bepaalde substanties. Bij Benga ontdekte ik hoe opzwepend deze muziek kan zijn, zeker onder het impuls van een mc. Een fijn feest daar in de Chateau!

Daarna trokken we nog eens naar de dancehall voor Hercules & Love Affair. Deze band beschikt volgens mij wel over een interessante sound, maar de uitwerking van de nummers is toch wat te langdradig aangepakt, waardoor het niet echt kon overtuigen. Een vreemd zooitje trouwens, zeker de twee frontvocalisten: de ene leek een jongen van een jaar of vijftien, maar was volgens mij gewoon een meisje met een wat mannelijke look, en een langbenige vrouw die wat te veel inspiratie leek opgedaan te hebben in erotische shows paaldansen. Achteraf kwamen we dan ook te weten dat het een voormalige man was... Ze zong de bekende hit ook lang niet zo goed als Anthony, maar dat kunnen we nu misschien ook wel niet echt verwachten.

In afwachting van de apotheose, luisterden we wat van aan de zijkant naar Bloc Party. Ik geef toe dat ik niet echt aandachtig was en de fans beweerden dat het een echt goed optreden was, maar voor mij klonk het toch wat vlak.

En dan: Sigur Rós. Een paar jaar geleden, toen ze nog nobele onbekenden waren, hadden ze me al aan het huilen gebracht in de Marquee op Werchter. We stonden dus op tijd klaar op enkele meters van het podium, want dit was één van de optredens waar ik het meest naar uitkeek. Ik had dit weekends heel wat goede optredens gezien, maar geen enkel had me echt geraakt. Sigur Rós maakte dit ruimschoots goed. Wat een prachtig universum weten zij toch te creëren, en de betoverende klankwereld was deze keer ook mooi aangevuld met passende visuele elementen. Bij deze band blijf ik verstild genieten en begrijp ik zelfs niet echt waarom mensen in het publiek de neiging voelen om enthousiast te staan meeklappen en roepen. Applaudiseren tussen de nummers lukt me zelfs niet. Het is waar, hun sound is wat minder melancholisch en een stuk vrolijker geworden, maar dat maakt het voor mij daarom niet minder fascinerend. Het radiohitje Gobbledigook is de vertegenwoordig bij uitstek van deze hervonden levensvreugde. Helaas ging de ritmische fijnzinnigheid van dit nummer wat verloren in het crowdpleasende spektakel met confetti en handengeklap, maar dat werd ruimschoots goedgemaakt door het bisnummer, waarvoor ze nog eens uit een oud album graaiden. de sfeer werd opgebouwd tot een huiveringwekkend hoogtepunt dat nog eens werd versterkt door de stroboscoopeffecten... en toen kwamen alle emoties los...

De perfecte afsluiter voor een fijn weekend.

(foto's door MIR I AM)

The opener "Gobbildigok" is an acoustic guitar led track that has a wonderful flamenco, stomping beat: it's a million miles away from Sigur Ros' sometimes glacial slowness. Most of the songs have a slower pace and a delicate musical feel. "Íllgresi" does however remind me of "Heaven" by Bryan Adams, so I don't know if that's a good thing, but it is a gentle and warm song nontheless.  "Inní Mér Syngur Vitleysingur" is another feelgood track and one that showcases the much more prevelant use of brass instruments rather than strings.

The best track is unsurprisingly one of the longest; seven minutes into "Ára Bátur", a spellbinding choir joins into the melancholy piano track; less than a minute later an orchestra joins in. First time I heard this I was immediately reduced to tears. It's so raw and affecting, but it doesn't need any kind of huge sound to pull it off. And it's this that underlines how good a band Sigur Ros are; they've been characterised as one-trick ponies, albeit with one really good trick. But the songs on this album show they can craft beautiful songs with epic scope but still remain grounded and intimate.

Sigur Ros - Gobbildigok (contains lots of nudity):

Sigur Ros - inní Mér Syngur Vitleysingur:

I don't think that a more exhausting festival exists. If it does I don't really want to know. 9 days of holiday, 8 nights of camping, 4 days of music. Music all night, coping with 34 degree heat all day. One of the best weeks of my life? Most probably.

Monday 14th, 3.30am, 90 minutes or so in a car to Gatwick. (Much love to my mother for offering to drive myself and L there and picking us up the following week at such silly hours!) Meet everybody else at the Easyjet desk - check in - security - flyflyfly - ohwowlovely we're in Madrid - sorting out metro tickets with my awesome Spanish skills (no really, screw you A Level Spanish, I'm brilliant at it when it matters) - tiring metro funtimes - 3 1/2 hours on a train to Valencia - the others getting a train an hour later because they didn't book - McDonalds in Valencia purely because it's close - another train - Liverpool boys telling me to drink their vodka - obliging - Benicassiiiiim - walking to the camp site - ohshitwecan'tputupthetent - beer tent - SLEEP 24 hours after we got up.

Then it's a few days of sleeping, exploring, beaching and drinking - until Thursday when the music started. We were right at the front of the main stage for the very first band coming on. Eager things that we are.

Krakovia were completely unknown to all of us, they're Madrid based, a little dark and very good fun. Slight oxymoron? Perhaps. I don't know. I chattered to some Spanish boys who were big fans. Next up were Nada Surf who proved that swearing actually really is very big and very clever by getting a crowd of thousands screaming the words to Blankest Year back at them (the lyrics being "oh fuck it, fuck it, I'm going to have a party"). After that we're right in the very front row for Sigur Rós who I'm assured were fantastic but I left after one song...

All because I wanted to see Lightspeed Champion over in the Vodafone tent. Most of my friends decided to stay and watch Sigur Rós so I accused them of being fools before spending 10 minutes or so shuffling out of the crowd with a couple of people who I assured would love to see Dev Hynes and that yes, it would be worth missing Sigur Rós for.

On entering the tent we were very excited by this:

It's basically a remote control blimp with a camera attached that flew around the tent between acts. We may be a little too easily amused I think. I went and bought some Fanta (orange-flavoured-sugary-additive-filled goodness for meeeee) and rambled on about how fantastic Falling Off the Lavender Bridge is and how excited I was. Friends were starting to get slightly bored of me but luckily Dev and his band came on-stage before they could strangle me. I was right, definitely worth missing Sigur Rós for. He played quite a bit of the album (including Galaxy of the Lost, Devil Tricks for a Bitch and Tell Me What It's Worth which everybody in the tent seemed to know the words to, something he seemed surprised by), 3 new songs all of which were very good but unfortunately I can't remember the names of (sorry), an interpretation of the Star Wars theme (probably one of the highlights of the week...we just stood and watched in amazement) and finished it all of with Midnight Surprise.

It was interesting to see Lightspeed Champion live, it's been said before that Dev's performance is weaker than when there are the female backing vocals to support him but I wouldn't agree with that. It's not better, it's not worse, it's just a little different and I like that the live performance isn't just a carbon copy of the album. Definitely worth seeing live at some point if you can, I'm certainly keeping an eye on upcoming dates.

After this my evening is a bit blurry, we sat down for ages, wandered around for a bit, went back to the camp site for a while, completely forgot about Battles (Argh, I hear they were incredible) and the next thing I know it's 4am and we're heading back to the main stage to watch DJ Supermarkt just because we're impressed by the name. We danced. We got tired. We went back to the tent and slept.

Friday, we get to the main arena quite late and end up seeing the very end of Babyshambles, getting there just in time to see them to finish their set with Fuck Forever. Saw the New York Dolls perform Piece of my Heart (singalongfuntimes) in tribute to Janis Joplin and then we then headed over to the Vodafone tent to watch Fujiya & Miyagi for a while. I'd never heard of them previously but have listened to their album Transparent Things a couple of times now, which opens with Ankle Injuries, a track that I was addicted to after hearing it that evening. All of this only to waste some time before venturing to the Fiberfib tent to see Hot Chip. We were right in the centre of the tent and so couldn't really see anything but the atmosphere was incredible. By the time Over and Over was played I think it's safe to say that the sweat was dripping off everybody, special thanks to my dear friend Andy who I ran into unexpectedly while out there who decided to wipe his hands on his sweaty body then put them on my face...lovely. Highly appreciated. I had to miss Spiritualized but I haven't actually read the best reviews of their set so I was probably better off seeing Hot Chip. I would have only really wanted to see Ladies and Gentleman We Are Floating in Space anyway. Left the tent to Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper being blasted over the speakers and thousands of people singing along. After that it was My Bloody Valentine over at the main stage and as none of us can claim to be particular fans we sat down quite a way back and enjoyed the lasers that accompanied their show! They were nowhere near as loud as I expected them to be. We were fairly exhausted so headed back to the campsite for sleepytimes.

Saturday I'm afraid I can't really even talk about because I was plied with so much vodka (the girls forced me into drinking games) that I don't really remember it. I can tell you that I saw The Brian Jonestown Massacre, The Kills and The Raconteurs and apart from that, not much else. I'm sure I thoroughly enjoyed myself though.

That leads us quickly on to Sunday or 'The Day of the Most Horrendous Clashes' as I like to refer to it. Leonard Cohen v. Death Cab for Cutie, Morrisey v. Justice. Eep. (Personally sicked by people who considered The Courteeners v. Morrisey v. Justice bad)

We started off with watching a bit of The National who are a band that everybody raves about and I've never really "got" why they're quite so fantastic. Sad to say I'm still not joining the legions of adoring fans even after seeing them live; maybe they're just not for me. As their set finished I realised that the FiberFib tent was actually running about 30 minutes late so dashed over to see a bit of Leonard Cohen on the main stage. A 100% direct clash with Death Cab was the most upsetting thing about Benicassim for me. Caught the first few songs and was amazed that considering the amount of people who had done nothing but complain about him playing, the diversity of the crowd. Despite being a fan and being raised on his music, I was determined to see Death Cab so sadly had to make my way back to the FiberFib tent and found my crowd in the very centre of the stage about 6 rows or so from the front. Well done to them for getting such a lovely position.

It was a varied set, I thought it might be a little too focussed on Narrow Stairs but was gladly proved wrong. (I do like Narrow Stairs for the record, I really like. I just also really like their other albums.) One of the (unexpected) highlight for me was I Will Possess Your Heart, on CD I find the introduction a little tiresome but live there was this incredible sense of what it was leading up to. I had a chat with some guys about whether they'd play We Looked Like Giants (they didn't) and before we knew it they launched into Transatlanticism and the set was ending. People left, we moved forwards. Next up, Calvin Harris. I HATE Acceptable in the 80s and The Girls. They're almost guaranteed to make me change radio station or tv channel if I hear them but bizarrely it ended up being one of my favourite sets of the festival. Whatever is said about him, it can't be denied that he and his band have a fantastic amount of infectious energy and you can't seem to help singing along to tracks that you previously thought hugely irritating. We were right at the front at this point so I got to high 5 Calvin as he ran around the press pit. I'm easily amused.

Their set finished and nobody moved. Fairly sure that nobody left the tent and more people were pressing in all the time. We watched with eager anticipation as amps were brought on and seemingly hundreds of cables were plugged in.

The whole time the tent was just getting hotter and hotter but we were in the second row, there isn't any chance that we were moving to get water or fresh air. It got busier and busier until the point that you couldn't move at all. I don't mean you'd have trouble getting out if you wanted to, I mean you were rooted to the spot you're stood on. I mean that lifting your arms from side was difficult because of how closely packed together everybody is. I mean that if your did somehow manage to lift your arms you had better not want to put them down again because it was just not going to happen.

When Justice finally come onto the stage, the tent erupts. You immediately realise that for thousands, this is the most eagerly anticipated moment of the festival, of the summer, of the year. Unlike most English festivals there is an unspoken unity between nations at that moment. We're surrounded by English, Spanish, French, Maltese, Greek, so many countries gathered in a modestly sized tent on the east Spanish coast. Although that sounds like some message of peace, that tent couldn't be more alive with thousands of people jumping and clapping, screaming and waving huge crucifixes to the French duo's opening songs. Although there is absolutely no malicious feeling amongst the crowd it isn't long before the Spanish security team begin pulling people over the crush barrier at the front. A tent built for 10,000 has been filled completely to the brim and outside there are thousands more. As the act progresses, the heat becomes more oppressive, the crowd more manic and about 4 songs in, the security team make the motion to pull me and a friend over the barriers and we decide that it's probably worth it.

During that process, my shoe is lost and I get grumpy that I'll be walking back to the camp site barefoot. As D.A.N.C.E picks up we ponder whether we'll ever see the boys again who are still stuck in the very centre at the very front. As we watch from the side of the press area, the boys calmly stride out, holding my shoe aloft. We hang around for a song or two more before we decide to pick out way out of the tent.

This takes us a good 10 minutes or so of climbing along the side of the tent, picking our way in and out and as we finally reach the entrance we realise that we've only completed half the journey. For every person in the tent, it seems there is another one outside. Now that we don't feel like we're about to die we decide to stay in the middle of the crowd outside so that we can see (or rather hear and dance madly to) We Are Your Friends as their finale.

As the track finally begins to die, we walk over to the main stage just in time to see Morrissey whining about techno and people that are currently watching Justice. I decide that Morrissey is an idiot for about the hundredth time in my life and as I prefer The Smiths to his solo work anyway, we wander round the arena chatting to people and generally relaxing after the madness of Justice.

Eventually we decide to head back to the camp site and spend hours talking while the sounds of people refusing to let go of We Are Your Friends continue long into the night.

Monday night is the beach party and we have a good time until some morons think it's a good idea to rip up the decking that goes along the beach to use on the bonfires. We go back to our tent at about 4.30am and realise there is no point sleeping. I nap for half an hour or so and then we're awake, packing the tent up and beginning our journey home which is beyond exhausting. Naps are taken as often as possible throughout the day and the Benicassim adventure ends with us arriving back at our own beds at about 00.30 on the Wednesday morning.

Tips for future Benicassim-ers:

1. Don't listen to people who tell you that one camp site is hugely better than the other. It's different for everybody and most people will fall in love with wherever they stay. We were on CampFib by the arena and when we visited friends staying at Benicamp we were glad for it. Others thought Benicamp was 1000 times better.

2. Suncream is your friend and nobody is too cool to cover themselves in it. I got burnt anyway and it wasn't fun, I dread to think what it would have been like if I hadn't bothered at all.

3. Book all your travelling in advance. 2 of us did this, the rest of our crowd didn't. Long distance trains WILL be near to or fully booked and our return journey was panicky when I spent 10 minutes sorting out tickets to Madrid from Valencia for K & B. The friends I ran into out there had to get a train out of Benicassim a day earlier than their flight because all other trains were fully booked. There are thousands of people trying to get out of the town, it's common sense.

4. Water water water water water. Drink it. Lots and lots. Even if you're not thirsty. Especially if you're camping and so being subjected to high temperatures constantly.

5. Accept that you're going to be incredibly tired for over a week. Music continues until about 7am and by about 10am your tent will be unbearable.

6. Minimise your drinking within the arena because as with all festivals it's pricey. We made do with drinking spirits before going in as things are cheaper over there. Either that or making our own sangria which was stupidly cheap.

7. Don't pitch your tent on an ants nest. Not that we did that or anything...Aftersun made a surprisingly good insect repellent though, we wasted a lot on the damn ants.

Have some tracks by artists that played at Benicassim because I've neglected you for so long:

MP3 Death Cab for Cutie - I Will Follow You Into The Dark | Website / MySpace

MP3 Lightspeed Champion - Flesh Failures | Website / MySpace

WMA Leonard Cohen - Dance Me To The End of Love (Live) | Website / MySpace

(2727 words, wish I could churn out that amount for uni work...)

dengerin lagu-lagu the milo yang iseng-iseng mendonlot dari salah satu forum terbesar di Indo, ternyata sama sekali ga menyesal.. muter-muterin track nya berulang-ulang dan ga bosen-bosen.. uh markotop dah. rekomend deh, buat yang doyan dengan genre instrumen elektro.. di Album ini, the milo berkolaborasi dengan band-band lainnya seperti Homogenic, Love and Affair, dsb.. sebenernya ga sengaja liat di IMtv Bandung, video klip yang Sianida full animasi sedikit etnik indonesia bangat dah..
Track List:
Electrofux - Angelfux (Malaikat) 5:42
Homogenic - White Romantic (Romantic Purple) 5:45
Loveandaffair - Sianida 5:57
Nuff Nuxx - Broke 4:16
RNRM - Lolita 6:00
Space Astronaut - Cool 3:48
The Tomato - Yins Evolving 4:53

Berhubung mendukung karya dalem negri so, tidak link tersedia untuk mendonlotnya cari ditempat laen ajah ya.. (walo saya dapetnya gratis)
klik disini buat dengerin

Sigur Rós - Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust 2008
waduh waduh, sekalian lah mereview album dari sigur ros, tahun 2008 ya walau ga beda-beda dengan album yg dulu2, di album ini sigur mengisi lagunya dengan lirik dan ada dua track yng instrumental, Festival dan Straumnes..
hmm.. kok seknrg lebih bnyak review musik yah.. ya tak apalah sekalian berbagi walau pasti lagu-lagunya untuk kalangan tertentu sahaja..
Track List:
Gobbledigook 3:08
Inní mér syngur vitleysingur 4:05
Góðan daginn 5:15
Við spilum endalaust3:33
Festival 9:23
Suð í eyrum 4:56
Ára bátur 8:56
Fljótavík 3:49
Straumnes 2:01
All Alright 6:21
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Disco nuevo para estos islandeses. Parece que la composición de este disco, o al menos de algunas canciones, les ha cogido en un buen momento de su vida, solo así me explico que hayan metido varias canciones más alegres de lo normal.

El disco sigue la tónica general de sus creaciones anteriores, es decir, melodias  lentas, casi como un lamento, que pueden acabar como empezaron o con una subida de ritmo e instrumental que nadie se espera. Esta es la grandeza de Sigur Rós.

Para mi gusto la mejor canción es la número 2, Inní mér syngur vitleysingur, precisamente la canción más alegre del disco;en ella se conjuga todo lo comentado anteriormente.Se nota que se lo han pasado muy bien grabando esta canción.

Es de destacar algunos cambios-evoluciones que han introducido en Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust, el uso de coros, percusiones mas señaladas e incluso una canción en inglés, algo realmente impensable hasta hace poco.

En fín, un disco que sigue la línea habitual de sus anteriores creaciones pero en el que se intuye una evolución que esperemos que sigan en su próximo disco.

Tomei contacto com Sigur Rós através de um colega da faculdade que era fã incondicional. Acabei por não ter comprado qualquer discografia e por ter descontinuado o trabalho deste grupo até ler este post. Que me fez adquirir o belíssimo duplo "Hvarf-Heim" e agora o mais recente "Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust". Os álbuns que ouço como um todo, que ficam incessante e incansávelmente em repeat e que se tornam companheiros para a vida são sem dúvida OS grandes álbuns. Não me arrisco dizer que é o álbum do ano, porque tal pressupõe que ouça os demais, tarefa no mínimo hercúlea, senão impossível. Mas até à data e do que tenho houvido é sem dúvida o que me enche as medidas, sendo o tema "Ára bátur " uma pérola. Dia 11 de Novembro estaremos lá e espero no mínimo uma prestação como esta.

Classificação | 10 em 10

10. rage against the machine - sleep now in the fire
director: michael moore

9. weezer - buddy holly:
director: spike jonze

8. sigur ros - svefn g englar: (this is the full version, not the mtv edit)

7. david byrne/ talking heads - once in a lifetime
choreography: toni basil

6. ok go - here it goes again
director: trish sie

5. radiohead - just
director: jamie thraves

4. queens of the stone age - go with the flow
director: shynola

3. daft punk - around the world
director: michel gondry

2. beastie boys - sabotage
director: spike jonze

1. bjork - all is full of love
director: chris cunningham

All around interesting choices, many of which I wouldn't dispute.  While I do think Chris Cunningham's "All Is Full Of Love" video for Bjork is a beautiful piece of art, for me its not the number one meeting of music and video in a single work.  "Around the World," while certainly being a classic, isn't my favorite Gondry video.  I could go on, but I'll leave it at that, more choices next week.

Have a great weekend!

1. Mogwai "Kappa" from Government Sessions
   
   This was fortuitous, as I’m going to see Mogwai in Portland next week. :) The Government Sessions was my first experience with Mogwai.
   
2. John Scofield "Whatcha See is Whatcha Get" from Up All Night
   
   A little bit too hotel lobby jazz for me compared to some of J.Sco’s other stuff… but great for reading through employee benefit audit guidance.
   
3. Frank Zappa "The Moon Will Never Be the Same" from Joe's Xmasage
   
   More of the avant-garde meanderings from FZ. Short, but not sweet.
   
4. Sigur Rós "Bíum Bíum Bambaló" from Angels of the Universe
   
   This is easily my favorite track from this soundtrack / score.
   
5. Silverchair "No Association" from Freak Show
   
   Ah, from their good ol’ gah-rung-ah era…
   
6. The Sheds "Rootwings" from You've Got a Light
   
   Cincinnati quirfolk duo… but one of their more straight forward songs… they haven’t put anything out lately, I don’t think. I may have to poke by their website when I get home tonight.  http://www.theshedsmusic.com/
   
7. Tim Sparks “Where Are You My Lover?” from Tanz
   
   Gentle guitars on this overall beautiful Tzadik release.
   
8. Frank Zappa “Flakes” from Beat the Boots #7: Saarbrücken
   
   Two FZ tunes in the 10-song spin… what are the odds? Well, actually, they are 1,110 available FZ songs out of 14,678 non-replacing permutations (all songs currently on my iPod) would be a 0.57% chance for 2 FZ to land somewhere in the first 10 spins (unless I did the math incorrectly – which is highly likely, as my stats book from last term was borrowed from a colleague). Anyway… fun song, complete with a pretty bad, but funny, Bob Dylan impression.
   
9. Caedmon’s Call “I Just Don’t Want Coffee” from I Just Don’t Want Coffee -EP-
   
   This one has different lyrics from the Warner debut version. It’s one of the more compelling, and thankfully not Jebusy, Derek Webb-penned early Caedmon’s tunes. Derek Webb is a great songwriter. Even though I have philosophical differences with him, I still love him and his music.
   
10. Yann Tiersen “Soir de fête” from Rue des Cascades
    
    Yann, you wiley devil. Great instrumentalism with the grounded feel of folk music, but the fun of a circus parade.

Well, I shant type robustly about the 11^th and so on shuffled tune… even thought I want to (#11 was Estradasphere and #12 was Isis). Anyway, that’s just a peak inside my ears this morning… check any of them out on iTunes or the Amazon.

~Dan

Reading, walking, sitting on a porch, taking in God's grandness, and enjoying 75 degree weather.

The other part of the trip that I'm excited about is driving up to Payson tonight to drop off our dog Audio at my grandparents house. It's just going to be me, Audio, and the radio with the windows down (Jess is coming up tomorrow...I'm not forgetting her).

There's just something about the open road with some sweet tunes and the fresh breeze that makes me smile.

Some people can't handle being alone on a road trip, but I relish it. Especially when you get to sing at the top of your lungs, and you're alone with your ideas, and there's a beautiful landscape streaming past your car.

It's one of my favorite things.

So my question is, what do you play at full volume when you're hitting the pavement by yourself? Right now, I have an eclectic mix of Explosions In The Sky, Sigur Ros, Coldplay, Charlie Hall's new album "The Bright Sadness", and some other various worship stuff.

What's your favorite road trip music?

Näidiseks üks tõeline küttelugu: Klaxons - Magick

Nagu sellest veel vähe oleks, esineb juba 12. septembril Juuksuris instrumentaalbänd Bell Orchestre Kanadast (tänud Martinile operatiivse info eest). Muidugi mõista hoopis teist sorti asi kui Klaxons, aga nende mõlema ilu peitub lihtsalt eri tasandeil. Kiire nagu ma olen, õnnestus endale isegi tasuta pääse saada, mis tähendab, et juba teist korda elus saan Sarah Neufeldi ja Richard Perryt (mõlemad Arcade Fire'i liikmed) näha ilma piletit ostmata! Lisaks toimub enne kontserti foorum-seminar, kus käsitletakse "intellektuaalse rockmuusika seoseid džässi ja klassikalise muusikaga". Sõna võtavad nii kohalikud muusikatargad kui ka Bell Orchestre'i liikmed. Tundub ju väga huvitav, eksole.

Viimasel ajal tuleb südamerütmihäireid põhjustavaid kontserditeateid nii tihti, et oh-oh-hoo! Mul on lausa hea meel, et on põhjust raha kulutada nii meeliülendavaile asjadele.

Sigur Rósi kontserdist on sellest kirjutamiseks juba natuke liiga kaua aega möödas ja pealegi olen ma vahepeal ära kasutanud kogu oma muusikakirjeldamise sõnavara (paarileheküljeline kasutusjuhend omatehtud dvd-le, mille ma praktiliselt sunniviisiliselt kellelegi pihku surusin). Ma ei kuulu selliste Sigur Rósi andunud fännide hulka, kes kontserdil soolasambana seisid ja kahe käega peast kinni hoidsid, aga mu viimase viie aasta Top 100 bändide edetabelis on nad esikümnes kindlasti. Ma usun, et kes juba kontserdile tulid, said ootustele vastava (või neid ületava) elamuse osaks. Kõik oli lihtalt NII ILUS - alustades Orri sürridest botastest ja nende kõigi sädelevaist nägudest ning lõpetades puruksmängitud kitarripoogna ja Jónsi falsetiga. Minu meelest on nende lugude hiilivalt lömastav jõud tuntav ka kodustes oludes kuulates, aga laivis on see muidugi ilmsem ja vahetum. Võimaluse korral oleksin neid kuulanud-vaadanud mõne padja najal lamaskledes, aga mis parata, tuli seismisega leppida. Nii mõneski mõttes mõjus see kontsert mulle nagu mullune Arcade Fire'i elamus Ferraras, kuigi viimase bändiga on mul vist aegade jooksul kirglikum suhe olnud...

Kas keegi oskab pakkuda, miks mulle on jäänud mulje, et Sigur Rósi truima fänkonna moodustavad meesisikud vanuses 20±3 ja 31±3 aastat? Mulle millegipärast tundub nii, kuigi ma ei oska isegi mitte endale ühtki head põhjendust välja pakkuda.

Artisti: Sigur Ros

Hinta ja laatusuhde: 49 euroa, niitä keikkoja, joiden arvoa ei mitata euroin

Viihtytyvyysaste: haltioitunut ja nauliintunut musiikkiin ja valoihin koko kaksituntisen ajan

Posse: Blogiinkirjoittava, Iso-Temmi ja Emobear

Bodycount: ainakin kaksi pyörtynyttä

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Kahteenkin otteeseen Islannin pojat missanneena Paikallaolija oli vähintäänkin innoissaan kuullessaan bändin tulevan taas Kulttuuritalolle. Keikkapaikka, joka sopii kyseiselle bändille kuin nenä päähän, musiikin tyyli ja visuaalinen yleisilme huomioiden. Islantilaispoppoo on ehkä Mogwain ohella suurimpia ja tunnetuimpia post-rock-bändejä ja kiinnostus oli taas sitä luokkaa lippujen myydessä kevyesti loppuun. Suomessakin olisi varmasti kysyntää useammillekin genren bändeille, vink vink...

Kulttuuritalon narikkajonojen toimimattomuutta ja anniskelualueiden olemattomuutta (käytännössä koko tila toimi sellaisena, toisin kuin edellisellä käynnillä pari vuotta sitten) tovin ihmeteltyämme, ehdimme hädintuskin kumota juomat alas kun jo tutunkuuloisen musiikki kutsui kohti lavaa. Minuutin verran paikoillamme ja keikka alkoikin jo. Tehokasta ja säntillistä, jopa liiankin, mutta vaihteeksi näinkin päin.

Kuten yhtyeen eteerisen kaunis ja eeppisen maalaileva musiikki, myös esiintymisasut ja lavapresentaatio olivat odotetusti traditionaalisesta kaavasta poikkeavia. Laulajan kultahapsuinen, japanilais-/navy-tyylinen sirkustirehtöörin takki yhdistettynä viulun jousella pääosin soittamaansa kitaraan oli kaikessa teatraalisuudessaankin hyvin sopiva tähän audiovisuaaliseen ympäristöön, siinä missä rumpalin sateenkaarihöyhenin koristeltu hopeinen kruunu ja kirjava wifebeater toivat mieleen lähinnä Peter Panin ja Mowglin välimuodon. Mutta mielikuvitusmaailmoissa, kuten Sigur Rosin itsekeksityllä kielellä lauletussa musiikissa, kaikki on sallittua. Ainoana merkittävästi erottuvana lavarekvisiittana oli lavan taakse ripustetut viisi jättimäistä pallovarjostinta, joiden piti ilmeisesti esittää kuumailmapalloja. Valaisimina niitä käytettiin tyylikkään rajoitetusti.

Lava-asettelu oli muutenkin mielenkiintoinen; bändi oli levitetty lavan etualalle, niin että jokainen jäsen oli yhtä lähelle yleisölle ja näkyvissä. Tämä toi ainakin allekirjoittaneen mielestä mukaan ripauksen lisää sähköä bändin ja yleisön välille. Myös soittimet (basistia lukuunottamatta jäsenillä vaihtui soitin harva se biisi, jopa kesken biisin) oli levitelty lavalle niin, soitinta vaihtaessaan bändinjäsenet vaihtoivat paikkaansa myös fyysisesti. Tästä mukavana esimerkkinä pari biisiä, jotka soitettiin aivan lavan vasemmassa reunassa, kaikki neljä jäsentä muutamien metrin päässä toisistaan. Valojakin uskallettiin käyttää, hillitysti ja harkitusti, välillä suuremmallakin sykkeellä, "siirtyvillä" valoilla maalailtiin myös Kulttuuritalon kattoon ja takaseinään monumentaalisia kuvia bändinjäsenistä, lavarekvisiitasta ja kaiuttimista. Kaunista.

Aloitteleville muusikoille tahi luovuusongelmista kärsiville veteraaneille tarjolla oli myös monensorttista nähtävää. Kuten todettua, sähkökitaraa soitettiin pääosin jousella. Tämän lisäksi laulajan repertuaariin mahtui useaankin otteeseen nähty "otsa kiinni mikrofonissa"-laulaminen ja aloitusbiisin lopussa kitaran rungon akustinen hyväksikäyttö, tämän laulaessa kasvojensa viereen nostetun kitaran kautta mikrofoniin. Ainiin, ja Hafsólin ajan bassoa soitettiin rumpukapulalla. Miksipäs ei?

Keikka alkoi kaikessa rauhallisuudessaan kaikuluotaimen piippauksella ja raukealla Svefn-G-Englar:lla. Kymmenminuuttisen tunnelmapalan parhaina hetkinä huomasi olevansa kananlihalla. Seuraavat vajaa kaksi tuntia mieli ja korvat lepäsivät ja verkkokalvot taltioivat mitä moninaisimpia visuaalisia tehosteita. Jo toisena soitettu itse eniten odottamani Glósóli tarjosi heti mahtipontisen avausvedon jälkeen yhden henkeäsalpaannuttavimmista nostatuksista noustessaan loppuaan kohti korkeammalle ja korkeammalle. Lajityypin "kliseet"; mouruava, maisemaa soittava kitara ja symbaalien läiske ovat suuri osa heidänkin musiikkiaan, mutta Sigur ei hetkeksikään lakannut kuulostamasta itseltään.

Keikkaan mahtui kolmentyyppistä kipaletta: Sigurin tavaramerkkimäisiä kymmenminuuttisia kohti euforiaa hiljalleen kurkottelevia eepoksia sekä uuden levyn selkeästi aikasempaa materiaalia pirteämmät avausraidat Gobbledigook ja Inní mér syngur vitleysingur, jotka toivat mukavaa dynaamisuutta bändin soittoon ja toimivat sopivina transsista herättäjinä keikan loppupuolella. Näiden lisäksi Sigur luotti oikeutetusti avausminuuteista asti luomaansa tunnelmaan siinä määrin, että yleisölle soitettiin myös yhdet bändin seesteisimmistä biiseistä, Takk...-levyn päättävä Heysátan ja uutukaisen päätösraita All Alright (joka on bändin ensimmäinen levyille päätynyt englanninkielinen biisi). Näidenkään aikana kenenkään ei havaittu nukahtaneen, saatika menettäneen keskittymistään.

Keikan loppuosa oli huikea. Uuden levyn aloittava Sigur Rosin biisiksi yltiöriehakas Gobbledigook pärähti ilmoille viimeisenä ennen encorea, ja todennäköisesti ensimmäistä kertaa omalla, melko mittavalla keikkakaartelu-urallani, koko yleisö taputti koko biisin ajan. Istumakatsomokin, seisaallaan. Täytyy myöntää, että aluksi taputus peitti jopa valtaosan biisistä, mutta loppua kohden volyymit saatiin melko kivasti tasapainotettua. Biisin alkuun saakka kestänyt harras tunnelma vaihtui kuin salamaniskusta ja tilanne muistuttikin aika paljon sitä hetkeä kun lastentarhan päiväunihetki vihelletään poikki. Leikkikää lapset, leikkikää!

Encoreen oli sitten säästetty sellainen pommi, etteivät pienimmästäkään epilepsiariskistä kärsivät uskalla varmasti vieläkään avata silmiään. Myös musiikillisesti keikka saavutti loppullisen kliimaksinsa Popplagið:n (tunnetaan myös [  ]-levyn Untitled #8:na) viimeisten minuuttien aikana. Kyseinen biisi lieneekin parhaimpia osoituksia siitä, kuinka rankaksi tämä toinen toistaan kauniimpia äänimaisemia pitkin iltaa rakennellut bändi voi oikeasti yltyä, tunnelmoivasta alustaan huolimatta. Viimeisten minuuttien sokaisevat spottivalovälähdykset, sekoittetuna lavan lähes kaikkiin muihinkin musiikin rytmissä välkkyviin valoihin saivat jopa hetkeksi mielen irti musiikista verkkokalvojen täyttyessä ilotulitusmaisesta kuvasta. Näinä hetkinä myös bändi käyttäytyi rockimmin kuin kertaakaan aikasemmin, ja pienen hetken ehti jopa toivoa laulaja Jonsi Birgissonin iskevän kitaransa paskaksi musiikin saatua yliotteen bändin jäsenistä.

Mutta ei tällä keikalla, eikä tällä bändillä.

Bändin poistuttua henkeään haukkovan yleisön edestä toista kertaa, oli harvalla enää kisakuntoa tahi verkkokalvoja toiseen vastaavaan vetoon. Kuten rankan repimisen jälkeen sopikin, Sigur Ros palasi vielä kerran lavalle soittamaan Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust-levyn päättävän seesteisen ja tuudittelevan, jopa anteeksipyytelevän All Alrightin. Loistavan setin päätteeksi hymy oli herkässä ympäri salia, eikä Kulttuuritalon ovista kovin moni poistunut pimenevään yöhön raskain mielin. Niinhän jumalolennot Islannista sen hetkeä aikaisemmin sanoivatkin:

Kaikki on hyvin...

...ja kaunista niin kauan kun soittimen neula seuraa levyn uria.

(kaikki kuvat Flickr:stä poimittuja:
http://flickr.com/photos/tags/lastfm%3Aevent%3D623657/interesting/)

Got to Riga 3 hours early so we had time to go and see The Dark Knight. At risk of sounding mainstream I'm going to say I enjoyed the movie from the beginning to the end. This proved that superhero movies can be dark and have a good plot, and not fail. The performance of Heath Ledger was mind-blowing as well. Not a movie that will last for generations but easily best Batman movie for me and so far the favourite of 2008. My rating: 9/10.

The movie went on longer than we expected so had to rush to a taxi to make it to the concert. Took our seats a couple seconds before Svefn-g-englar started off the show. They went on and played all of my favourite songs and I had a pretty hard time convincing my mum that the vocalist's a dude. Gotta say the performance was almost flawless and was as good as the post-rock genre gets. I especially loved the tracks Sæglópur and Inní mér syngur vitleysingur. The two hours that the show lasted went past pretty soon and we left the concert full of energy and great experience. Though the Metallica concert I went to in 20/07 was obviously much more fun, I wouldn't say I enjoyed this less.

Before leaving Riga the next morning we had some time before bus so we went to see Mamma Mia! which I wasn't that interested in but ended up quite enjoying. It was fun right from the beginning so I just turned my brain off and went along with it, just like I did with Hairspray. My rating: 8/10.

Essil on
Essil on erifet al
Essil on
Essil on eriftel al
Essil on

I travelled through light
I travelled through light; I am not afraid

Njosnavelin The nothing song. Sigur Ros

Y claro, tan poquitos son que tenían que conocerse todos, porque mira a la pequeña Björk jugando con su tambor de juguete durante la actuación de Sigur Rós, junto al altísimio (y bizco) Jonsi en medio del festival frenopático en el que convirtieron el macroconcierto en denuncia de la degradación del paisaje natural en su Islandia natal, el Nattura Concert, celebrado el pasado 28 de junio en la capital vikinga. Juntos tocan "Gobbledigook", si esa, la canción de los culos saltarines...

¿Es todo tan frikósmico en Islandia? Me parece que quiero vivir allí...