Atlantica - 01.04.2006, Blaðsíða 16

Atlantica - 01.04.2006, Blaðsíða 16
14 AT L A N T I CA When I spot José González at the corner table, I feel like I recognize him from somewhere – like he grew up down the street from me. He’s wearing a disheveled, long-sleeved orange shirt, baggy cords and a pair of black, weathered, lace-up Vans. I compliment him on his packed show the night before at NASA, a clubby venue in downtown Reykjavík. González’s eyes wander to the coffee shop’s dark wooden floorboards. He thanks me, and mutters something softly about not expecting 600 people to roll in on a Monday night to watch him play. Especially not (he cracks his first smile) the reigning Miss World, who is Icelandic and was rumored to have made an appearance. Imagine flamenco, samba and bossa nova woven with the sounds of an intimate classical guitar. With crisp, simple lyrics and his hushed, assured voice, González plucked his Alhambra guitar (“It’s not the best kind,” he tells me...) all the way to a Swedish Grammy in 2004, earning top honors as the country’s best new artist for his debut album, Veneer. With a recent appearance on Conan O’Brien and an upcoming summer tour in Europe, José González is riding the indie-circuit-boy wave. I keep waiting for some hint of insolence, a trace of punk, a tinge of crusty rock and roll to surface in this 28-year-old an Argentine Swede from Gothenburg. There’s none. José González is the paradigm of polite. And he can make music. Quiet really must be the new loud. González is one of three children born in Sweden to Argent ine parents who fled South America after a military coup threatened their livelihood. They escaped first to Brazil and then finally to Sweden with the aid of the Swedish embassy. His family lived in an immigrant-rich suburb of Gothenburg until he was seven. He learned English in school, spoke Swedish with his friends and Spanish with his family while one of his great musical influences, Cuban Silvio Rodríguez, played on the family’s stereo. “It was the kind of music my parents listened to when I was growing up,” said González. “He’s probably the biggest reason why I started playing this style.” González picked his first guitar when he was 14, the same year he formed a punk band with his childhood friend Elias Araya, also a musician and the artist behind the design of Venee. González experimented with a bass and an electric guitar, and got to work developing a style for his hobby. He didn’t play music full-time until three years ago, when his 2003 album was released. At the time, he was more than a year into a PhD program in biochemistry. He didn’t have time for both, so he opted for the music route. Less research involved. “There was someone who once said that people listen to music like tapas – in bits and pieces,” he said. “And that’s how I enjoy it.” González is often referred to as Sweden’s answer to Britain’s late Nick Drake, whose name he hadn’t heard until someone compared their styles a few years ago – soft, hushed and melancholy. “Since then I’ve been really inspired by him,” González said. “I thought a lot about his album Pink Moon when I compiled my own because both of ours are so short. But I think the album works fine being that short and simple. I didn’t have any more songs to put in.” Which is why his album clocks in just shy of a short but very sweet 31 minutes. Drake’s is 28. González also credits indie rock goddess Cat Power and one-man show Jason Molina of Songs: Ohia for some influence on his acoustic interludes, and is also quick to mention “post- rock” acts like Tortoise and bands from Canadian record company Constellation, which represents provocative and repetition-oriented Godspeed You! Black Emperor. His lyrics are bare bones: simple, uncomplicated and intentionally vague. “If you sing about your ex- girlfriend, it’s kind of like hanging on,” González explained to me. “Why not say it to her instead of writing it to the whole world? I never really liked singer-songwriters who moan in that sense.” González has just finished his first- ever tour in the United States, though American audiences have already had a sampling of his mellow sounds: his original track “Stay in the Shade” was featured on the American twenty- something hit TV show The OC. More recently, his cover of The Knife’s “Heartbeats” was the accompanying track to Sony’s latest high-profile commercial featuring colorful bouncy balls in the hills of San Francisco. The clip has spread widely on the web, thanks at least in part to the whimsical mood González lends it. Even the Dalai Lama, attending a conference in Gothenburg, has heard him play. “He was backstage. It was strange, really strange,” González told me, sipping his latté. “It’s something to put on the merit list, I guess. I was walking out and he was standing there in his robes and with two monks. He smiled at me and waved.” But taking such company in stride appears to come naturally to González. He is as low profile as they come. No one in this Reykjavík café stares at us while we’re chatting. No one points, ogles or gawks. His phone rings in the middle of our conversation. He takes the call, and tells his friend in Swedish he’ll call back when he’s done: the paradigm of polite, while quiet is still cool. a So does Conan O’Brien. Meet José González, whose classical guitar and quiet demeanor are going to be mellowing the indie world out one bossa nova beat at a time. LISTEN The Dalai Lama Loves José By Sara Blask P H O TO C O U R TE SY O F JO S É G O N Z Á LE Z . 009 airmail Atlantica 306.indd 14 23.4.2006 22:18:40
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