Atlantica - 01.06.2011, Blaðsíða 42

Atlantica - 01.06.2011, Blaðsíða 42
40 A t L A n t i c A gusgusa and the occasional GusGus collaboration. When the single ‘Moss’ written and sung by Haraldsson (Forever, 2007) became a hit, it was time to return to the fold. Perhaps surprisingly for dance music, Haraldsson’s song writing begins with language. “I am constantly writing down words and phrases that attract me. Then the music weaves itself into the words. I like languages and words and playing with words, they are nice toys to play with,” he says. “I’m not a story teller in the classic sense. Music has to bring some sensual or emotional energy which I then try to tame and put into words.” When writing music with GusGus, “Biggi veira usually comes up with chord combinations and President Bongo with different moods and arrange- ments. I put my melodies and lyrics on top of that and Biggi then finishes the mix”, he explains. “Each of us has a quality that we can bounce off each other; we have a chemistry that works.” On Arabian Horse, Haraldsson sings alongside Högni Egilsson and Urdur Hákonardóttir, one new and one familiar face. “On each album, we have tried to do something new and different, and thereby evolve musically. Changes also come with new people. They bring different flavors to the dish,” he says. “I have performed with GusGus as the only singer on stage. But when they come in, it goes up a couple of levels.” Acknowledged as one of the best singers in the country, to Haraldsson “[singing is] a power- ful place, it is like having a connection with the inexplicable. Especially when I sing on stage, I get sucked in. It is like being abducted by aliens, just disappearing into the moment, swept by a current where you can either control the direction or just float along with it.” This fall, Daniel ágúst will be working on a film for artist gabríela Fridriksdóttir’s exhibition at Schirn Kunsthalle in Frankfurt, germany. “Good writer of lyrics. Great singer. A top, top singer.” –Högni Egilsson “One of the best and most experienced singers in the country. Really professional, spot-on every time. He is also very giving. When performing live, if there is ever a moment of difficulty, he is the first one to be there to help and support. Sometimes I just stand back and listen to what he is doing, he is that good. He just gets lost in the music, creates new melodies; goes crazy.” –Urdur Hákonardóttir . The Princess URDUR HÁkONARDóTTIR “I had always wanted to become a singer, and somehow one thing just lead to another,” says Urdur Hákonardóttir, 30, wearing burgundy velvet trousers, a pair of small slippers, vest with colorful patterns and decorations, and black nail polish peeling off her fingernails. Cat’s eyes lined with soft black, her face framed with dark curly hair—she is the picture of an exotic princess whose some- times angelic, sometimes husky voice adds an air of mystery to the GusGus sound. At 9 a.m. in a Reykjavík café, she’s greeted like a family member by staff and regulars. “I come here every morning,” she smiles. Born and bred in the vesturbaer area of Reykjavík, Hákonardóttir started touring with GusGus at 19, singing vocals and acting as M.C. to their DJ sets, after having met the band members at Kaffibarinn. “It was an adventurous lifestyle to enter at that age. We travelled a lot—I was abroad for the better part of 2000 to 2006. It was really fun, a privilege to be able to do it, to visit all the countries that you would never go to and experience things that you would never experience otherwise,” says Hákonardóttir— or Earth. “Urd means soil in Icelandic so it fits. We went touring in America and everybody mispro- nounced my name so horribly I just couldn’t bare it!” Her first name is also a fitting one with respect to her non-music interests: “I am really into alterna- tive medicine. When I am older and done with all the touring, I will probably just go study homeopa- thy,” she says, jewelry clinking on her arms. In 2007, Hákonardóttir stepped off of the GusGus wagon and focused on her daughter Kría, now aged 5, switching the glitter and the glory for a job The Original DANíEL ÁgúST HARALDSSON “I sang Purple Rain by Prince at a school dance,” says Daniel Ágúst Haraldsson of the start of his singing career, which thus began when he was thirteen. Wearing a head-to-toe black suit, sunglasses and a pair of Havaianas flip-flops, Haraldsson looks the rock star in the kitchen of his house. Yellow and orange poppies grow in the garden, the living room wall is lined with bright pink princess gear: “We had a birthday party here yesterday,” he explains. Haraldsson, 42, has two daughters and one 4-year-old granddaughter, yesterday’s birthday girl. After his precocious debut, Haraldsson took a five-year break before forming, at age 18, Nýdönsk, which went on to become one of Iceland’s most popular rock bands of all time. In 1995, Haraldsson continued his successful streak by co-forming what was to become the nation’s most popular dance act: GusGus. “It all started as a film venture, making a short film,” he says. “The filmmakers had recruited a group of people who all had some kind of musical background. We had to postpone the shoot, so meanwhile, I decided with Siggi Kinski [of film director duo Arni & Kinski] to make an album.” The first, eponymous album (later revised and re-released in 1997 on 4AD as Polydistortion) was released the same year. From 2000 to 2008, Haraldsson stepped out of the disco lights, living abroad and working on a broad canvas of projects, from the venice Biennale to films to a solo career with albums Swallowed a Star (2005) and Drift (2011). Somehow he also found time to form another successful band, Esja, together with metal man Krummi of Mínus, Z Z
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