Follow The String

Sometimes I imagine that carry a ball of string with infinite threads that I wrap around everyone I meet, then they take it on their own way. We are all intertwined through these connections. Last summer, I took the spiderweb to Kenya, and passed it off to some beautiful people. Come on in. Watch it grow. Help me learn something.

2.24.2006

What were you doing Wednesday night?














I hope it was fun, because I was busy having Sigur Ros rock my face off. This concert was unlike anything I've ever seen, and I doubt I'll experience anything like it again. I've heard them described as ambient Icelandic rock, but I don't think that does them justice.

The show was wicked cool and it was like watching a combination of Bjork and Radiohead. My mouth was agape for the better part of each song and there were at least two moments where I almost cried. The thing is - I had only heard three songs before I went, and while I liked them, I wasn't over the moon about it. After I left the concert, I decided I'm going to buy all four of their albums this weekend. I'm nutso about Sigur Ros.

A study in dopeness:
  1. Their opening band, the Toothfaeries, had a girl who played the saw. She'd hit it or draw a violin bow against one side of it, and bend it to elicit the most amazing, bendy, warbly, changing note I never dreamed possible.
  2. Aforementioned ladies wore old-school prairie-type dresses, had wicked hair and played handbells, waterglasses and formed a string quartet during three songs. It was like watching sirens. I would have followed them into a ravine.
  3. Sigur Ros opened behind a sheer white curtain, projected images onto the front, and light from behind, giving them beautiful, colorful, otherwordly shadows. Wow.
  4. My concert-loving companion coined it well...each song has a practically orgasmic buildup. Slow on the front, and by the end, the drummer and lead singer were about to break something they were strumming and pounding things so hard. Wicked...and a little hard on the old heart.
  5. The lead singer sounds like what I imagine an angel would. Ethereal, smooth, and he sings in some sort of made-up language mixed with Icelandic words.
But don't just take my word for it.

Read this guy's blog who agrees with me.
(Hopefully) listen to/download this: Saeglopur - Sigur Ros (Album: Takk)
You can also stream their amazing concert in Iceland or get music off their Web site.

Happy Friday :)

2 Comments:

At 2:02 PM, Blogger Esue said...

I have to confess. I downloaded a few songs on napster. Didn't like it. At all. Sorry.

 
At 10:53 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well I like it. Thanks for the ticket, Ally. That was a good ol' time.
Take care, Ally

 

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