I rarely, if ever, write about music on this here green bloggy, which is strange because my musical preferences have traditionally been an important aspect of my definition of self. However, my tastes stray outside the confines of the proverbial box and rather than hold forth on the who, what and why of it all, it's easier just to skip the whole subject entirely and focus on the art and crafty side of my life. Also, I'm not exactly a musicologist. I like what I like and conversely don't like what I don't like, not feeling the need to dissect my provocations for listening to Radiohead this day, David Sylvian the next and oh, let's throw a little Byrne, Youssou N'Dour, Angelique Kidjo in there mixed with a few Sufi tunes for good measure. You know what I'm saying? My tastes are eclectic and I don't feel the need to explain or rationalize my choices of tunes.
So, without rationalization I bring you my musical contact high from last Thursday night...Sigur Ros.
I had the highly fortunate circumstance to be holding two tickets for their show at the Greek Theater, my lovely 15 year old offspring serving as my companion to the venue. Lucky girl, right? I mean, let's just say that there are plenty of performers/musicians out there who don't exactly qualify for the cool meter and I wasn't asking her to go with me to one of those shows. (I don't want to offend anyone, so I'll leave you to your own definitions of who you believe to be seriously cool-free.) Nonetheless, I say that she lucked out and I'm a cool mom for taking her to an awesome concert riddled with tons of cute boys. Oh yeah, and of course Sigur Ros is an amazing band that really puts on a superb show, which included confetti...
Got to love those Icelandic special effects.
And hugely talented Icelandic boys!
Actually, you all are very fortunate because when I began composing this post last Friday I had amassed a ton of verbiage about the nature of Sigur Ros's music. Needless to say, my contemplations were a bit obtuse. However, while typing away, Blogger's autosave function, uh, ceased to function. Simultaneously, my cube farm 'puter sputtered and I lost most of my post. Like I said, you're all very lucky for I am not exactly a music critic as I said at the start of this post-age.
Anyway, if you want to familiarize yourself with my Icelandic boys, just hit iTunes or their website. Their music might be an acquired taste for many, but some of you are sure to dig 'em from first audible note!