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Sigur Ros Live Detroit Sep23rd

Sigur Ros Live at the Detroit Fillmore Theatre




I’ve been fortunate to see Sigur Ros live three times now. Each time was a little different. This go round, Sigur Ros performed as a four piece, which they have not done the other two times I saw them. Amina their string quartet companions and collaborators stayed home, due to Kjartan and Maria getting pregnant. I was a little bummed at first, but then realized it would make this performance different than the other two I’ve seen.

The band seemed to have more space, less clutter in the arrangement. I’m not saying it was better, just different. When they played Hoppipolla where there are usually tons of strings you sort of felt how the song was probably created at Allafloss for Takk. Having heard it the other way live it wasn’t painful or underwhelming. It was unusually upbeat and poppy. This message was reinforced when they played inní mér syngur vitleysingur from their latest album, and to my astonishment and ever lasting surprise I found myself doing something I never thought I would do at a Sigur Ros show, dancing. I looked around everyone else was too.

I am a sucker for bombastic, emotive-grandeur in music, anyone can tell from my taste that this is what I gravitate towards. U2, Broken Social Scene, Wolf Parade, Sigur Ros, Bonnie Prince Billy. I enjoy the largess, the go big or go home vibe of these bands. Sigur Ros certainly has a reputation for being sour bastards, but for this show, it was all very upbeat, they had a confetti cannon for pity’s sake. It was a nice change from the tour for the () album which seemed like a bag of misery. But was excellent live.

Laura took this video of Glosoli. (My favorite tune). One of these days I will not have to apologize for quality of a video. But for now, watch at your own risk.


Sigur Ros Live-Glosoli-Detroit Sept 23rd 2008 from keith wikle on Vimeo.

Set List
Svefn-G-Englar
Glósóli
Ny Batteri
E-bow
Fljótavík
Við Spilum Endalaust
Hoppípolla—>
Meo Blódnasir
Inní Mér Syngur Vitleysingur
Festival
Svo Hljótt
Heysátan
Sæglópur
Hafsól
Gobbledigook—-
Popplagid

Icelandic Wrestling-Glima

Glima-Icelandic Wrestling

Hmm-I thought I’d seen everything. Icelandic wrestling called Glima looks like a way to give yourself a wedgie. I already knew the band Sigur Ros was not to be taken that seriously. When I saw this video link through from the Sigur Ros Tour blog, I thought, in the words of Captain Malcolm Reynolds: “My days of taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle.”

Enjoy.

The rebirth of music video

This is probably the best music video ever.

Glosoli

I am a sucker for this tune.

It’s somewhat ironic to me how the visual at the peak of the song is exactly how I feel when I hear the song. I am poised at the bottom of hill on foot ready to run to the top and take flight right at the peak.

Music says some scary things don’t it…

Icelandic preteens smooching is also cute in a sort of scary viking way.

Sigur Ros Live, Calvin Fine Arts Center

Sigur Ros is probably one of the best bands out there at the moment. I’ve mentioned them half a dozen times already. They really have an innocent sort of beauty to their music. I remember feeling this way about early U2.

  • That feeling sort of faded this year because of “How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb”, which by the way is one of the worst albums I’ve ever heard. There are possibly one or two slightly redeemable tunes on it. Vertigo is not one of them. I tended towards the fanatic and forgiving side when it came to listening to their music even after Joshua Tree. Achtung Baby all the way up to All That You Can’t Leave Behind were really excellent. And then came this abomination. **(End U2 Rant).

    My friend Aeron introduced me to Sigur Ros with an EP mysteriously mailed to me when I lived in Ferndale. This EP made up about 3-4 songs from ágætis byrjun in 1999.

    I saw Sigur Ros when they came to Detroit in 2002. That show was possible one of the best shows I’ve ever seen well in the top ten, along with:

    1. Ride/Slowdive in 1991
  • U2 in 2001, 1991, 1987
  • Wilco 2002
  • Fugazi 1990
  • Will Oldham/Palace Brothers/Bonnie Prince Billy 1993, 1999, and 2003.
  • Johnny Cash 1996
  • Skinny Puppy 1991
  • PigFace 1992
    1. Sea and Cake 2001

      Just to name a few memorable ones.

      Sigur Ros both times has been really excellent, but I feel like I sort of got hosed when they surreptitously announced a second show at the Calvin Fine Arts Center for 11:30.

      I was, without my consent, given the 6:30 show seating. Having done even a modicum of performing, if you have two shows in one night, you hold something back in the first to make sure you have something left for the second. Not only that, any technical problems will surely come out in the first.

      The former proved true, and the latter untrue. I think Sigur Ros held back on the first show, but they had a bass amp blow out in the second.

      Set List Show 1

      takk
      glossoli
      ny batteri
      saeglopur
      untitled 1
      untitled 2
      untitled 3
      gong/andvari
      hoppipolla
      olsen olsen
      svo hjott/heysatan
      untitled 8

      Highlights for me were obviously: takk/glossoli, ny batteri, gong, vakka(untitled 1). hoppipolla, and olsen olsen.

      Takk/glossoli began with a gossamer screen in front of the stage, (see rattle and hum). It was great to see this live. Great presentation, maybe slightly theatrical, but not overly so.

      Ny batteri was great, I always like hearing the drums on this, the hi-hat symbal makes this really rattly noise when he hits it. I like the way they set up the drum kit sideways and at the front of the stage, rather than ushing tyhe drum kit towards the back where you can’t see anything. It seems like an arena rock thing, which may have some sort of audio engineer rationale. But our seats were very close to the drum kit so I had a really good view of how hard Orri was whacking the skins.

      Vakka was another highlight, and I am always impressed by Jonssi’s (singer’s) ability to imbelish a very simple melody with no words, and strike some sort of emotional bulls eye. Maybe this is why I like Sigur Ros so much, it is simply music, no hang-ups on lyrics, or meaning other than what you create for yourself. Rolande Barthe would love to hear me say that the meaning is entirely in the ears of the listener, without any implied meaning from the author. These postmodern implications, and essays are my own of course, who knows maybe if I spoke some Icelandic the nonsensical hopelandic would have more context. If it does I would prefer to operate under my own ignorance for now.

    Glosoli

    Forgive the accent free for those of you who speak icelandic or whatever language it is that Sigur Ros uses in this song.

    But this piece of music has got to be the best thing I’ve ever heard.

    More and more as I am running I think of people who have died, or who are ill. I don’t know why. Today at mile marker 2 where I wanted to turn around this song came on the old iPOD shuffle at the exact moment I wanted it to, so I kept going, mind you only another 1/2 mile to make it a total of five miles, but it seemed that this piece of music and Grandma Cecelia Field’s death are somehow linked. It came on by accident on the way to lake michigan for one of my surf sessions earlier this year when she was ill. I began to think about her death right at mile marker two and that song came on. Snow fell over a tunnel of elm and maple trees along the trail, and I was more winded than usual because I wanted to see if I could pick up the pace a little. I would never have been as into running really if I hadn’t moved out to the west side of the state. There are so many cool county roads in Van Buren county, all with vineyards, orchards, and farms, and I made it a point to try to build up my fitness to run between my house in Paw Paw and what is known as the Farm. Eventually I did it. It’s about 15 miles. The very first time I did it, I came inside really just knackered and sat on Grandma’s couch while she watched the olympics. I had never considered running a marathon. By some stroke of luck, the Athens Olympics came on the television. So Granny and I watched Meb Geflebski go for the gold. This was the Olympics where that poor Brazillian runner De Lima was tackled by a defrocked priest in a kilt. Geflebski was taken in the last few minutes by that tall lanky italian guy Stefano Baldini. Who knew running could be so dramatic, well I told Grandma I wanted to run a marathon. Because I told her I was going to do I sort of felt I should, no one should let a woman like her down, or lie to her. Despite the fact that maybe she didn’t really care one way or the other, I did it. And I think now that she’s gone I may do another just because dammit.

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