Reykjavík Grapevine - 06.08.2008, Blaðsíða 31

REYKJAVÍK GRAPEVINE | ISSUE 11—2008 | 31
“They put on such a
beautiful meal for us.
We had the most
amazing freshest fish I've
ever had in my life.
It was all so perfectly
cooked too...Beautiful!”
Jamie Oliver’s Diary
Free of charge.
union literature devoted to asserting that it isn’t really din-
ner.
All the bands turned in great performances at the
Akureyri show, and while attendance was limited, the small
crowd did include three clergymen. The team that made it
to Akureyri’s swimming pool this morning related a funny
story involving an over-enthusiastic pool-worker that came
at them yelling; “May not! Can not! Bannað! Nakinn! Sund-
laug!” for reasons they’ve yet to fathom [those cries were
later incorporated in a Borko song]. Tonight, we are sleeping
in boats. This is as worrying as it is exciting.
fRIDAY – SEYðISfjöRðUR
Last night’s show was the best one yet. We packed the house
and all the bands performed triumphant sets in front of an
enthusiastic audience. Borko did a sweet cover of Morðing-
jarnir tune Eiturlyfjafíklar, and I made an accidental vocal
cameo during the latter band’s set.
The touring machine was well lubricated when we ar-
rived in Seyðisfjörður earlier today. We had acquired a bull-
horn via special delivery, and made a grand entrance to the
town, jogging around town in our suits, calling out the group
slogans [“There will be joke!” “There will be guitar-solo!”].
Now, post-soundcheck, we are taking in the beautiful sur-
roundings and basking in the artsy atmosphere surrounding
the Lunga festival.
Later: This is hilarious! The show went great. Reykjavík!
played second, in front of a drunken audience of screaming
teenagers. Playing music is awesome and you should do it.
Also, a funny thing happened while I was manning the merch
booth during Benni Hemm Hemm’s impeccable set. A blond,
longhaired dude stepped up and shoved his debit card in my
face, wordlessly indicating that he would like to purchase a
ticket. He then grabbed MY beer and downed it, slapped me
an unsolicited five and strode into the venue, like a sneering
Mad Max. I bemusedly scratched my head and wondered.
Now, we sleep.
Oh, and Baldvin Esra still hasn’t finished his transla-
tion. He made us calculate prices yesterday morning. Slave-
driver.
SATURDAY – HöfN
Höfn is a ridiculously beautiful town, doubly so in this
weather. We tried doing our little run around town gimmick
to little avail, as there simply wasn’t anyone around. This was
disconcerting, and made us worry about attendance. After
dining on The Worst Lobster Soup Ever, we made it alive to
the venue – the local maritime museum – to discover we had
managed to draw a small crowd of Höfn music lovers (the
tourists present were too cheap to pay the 1.000 ISK admis-
sion fee, opting to enjoy our concert from the hallway).
Legend has it that Icelandic bands are at risk of being
severely beaten in Höfn, and there are several verified stories
that back it (a recent one involves the member of a pop act
getting his throat slit). As I write this, just before bed at three
a.m., the group has yet to encounter any seriously hostile lo-
cals. There was a confrontation, however, that I will list for
the record:
As bearded punkers Atli and Haukur from Morðing-
jarnir shared a cigarette with Reykjavík!’s Bóas, a sports car
drove by at a leisurely pace. All seemed normal, until some-
one angrily yelled out the window: “Have you ever heard of
an invention called a razor!?!” The car then sped away.
rIght: there waS guItar Solo! left: reykjavík! do theIr thIng In akureyrI
we haD aCquireD a BuLLhorn via speCiaL
DeLivery, anD MaDe a granD entranCe to
the town, Jogging arounD town in our
suits, CaLLing out the group sLogans
[“there wiLL Be JoKe!” “there wiLL Be
guitar-soLo!”].
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