Monday, 28 March 2011
Ah, music! A magic far beyond all we do here!
Of all the subjects in all the world, I am probably most ignorant about music. Well. Science and music. Which is funny, right? Because science and music are exact opposites. It’s actually kind of nice not knowing anything about music, because not knowing about music means I don’t have any art wanker opinions about music, and not having any art wanker opinions about music means I don’t have to write any art wanker opinions about music, and not writing about music means I can just enjoy it.
March was a rough month for me, a month that would have been completely devoid of magic if the Sorting Hat hadn’t sorted a Gryffindor into my life who loves music like Albus Dumbledore loves music. Mostly she’s been teaching me about Iceland. You know, the country with the actual elves. We’ve been listening to a lot of Sigur Ros, and so my most played albums of March were Ágætis byrjun, Rímur, ( ) and Takk...
Glósóli is my favorite song from any of the albums, ‘cause, well, see for yourself:
I’m like that little Neville Longbottom at the very end. Only he finally jumped and I’m still standing here.
Posted by Heather Anne Hogan at 1:54 am