Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
Inn í þig / (ÞAð er) svo gott að vera (hér) / En stoppa stutt við
Ég flýt um í neðarsjávar hýði / (Á hóteli) / Beintengdur við rafmagnstöfluna / (Og nærist)
Tjú, tjú / Tjú, tjú
En biðin gerir mig (leiðan) / Brot (hættan) sparka frá mér (og kall á) / Ég verð að fara (hjálp)
Tjú, tjú, tjú / Tjú, tjú, tjú / Tjú, tjú, tjú, tjú, tjú
Ég spring út og friðurinn í loft upp
Much of what I love about music is beyond explanation—magical. Somehow a song can bring me back to a place and time. I’m not too sure who hipped me to Sigur Rós. Funny, it might have been Beck. It was around the time I was his A&R man. I remember Sigur had a small slot at Coachella. I was excited to see them.
I remember it was a beautiful warm spring night in the desert. In truth, I was a bit surprised to come upon Jónsi, a skinny boy singing to a small crowd. My posse of beautiful festival friends I dragged across the field—we were totally interested in the textures and sound of this music. I believe I told them to meet me at the bar in the VIP.
When I hear “Svefn-g-englar,” I think of standing alone under a desert moon, my jaw on the floor at one with god and a band.
Just a thought on a fall morning—what could be better?
Idelic Single of the Week: Sorry – Echoes
