Kolniður

"I wonder, if I'm allowed, just ever to be." - Jonsi

Nothing, and I mean nothing, appeals to me more at the present moment in time than running away to the land of eccentric jumpers and wonderful music- Iceland.

This charming notion has of course been brought on by a wonderful selection of musicians- namely, Bjork, Jonsi, and his band, Sigur Ros. What could be more beautiful that staring at those raw, busy skies, exploring the wondrous grey and green, stopping only to catch a breath and remember that yes indeed, you are still on earth- the birthplace of Fascism, Liam Gallagher and Spam. Who wouldn't be tempted to follow music like this, wherever it takes them? it tugs at every one of my emotions, despite being in a language I can't understand. That's the appeal of songs like Kolniður; its message reaches even the chilliest of English hearts.

It's a romantic (and not altogether realistic) prospect; but one day when I slip away without a trace, record collection in tow, I'll be sure to send a postcard from that same chilly landscape. Or not. Do they have things as bland as postcards in Iceland? Stamps? I wonder who graces the humble Icelandic stamp. Anyway.

 Sigur Rós - Sæglópur.
Music to dream to.