I shed tears when I saw the concert on the grass. The children were standing on a slightly higher slope with a fairy stick in their hands. The sky was getting dark. The residents of the town gathered here and sat on the ground. Everyone appeared happy and warm. Jónsi said that many people actually come to join in the fun, and when they see the booming scene, they want to blend in. "It's as cute as music."
The scale of the concert in Reykjavik is larger than the previous ones. It is not difficult to find that the audience covers people of all ages. Old ladies or young boys have found a comfortable one on the spot. Posture, shaking the body, father puts on a hat for the little baby in his arms, this is more like a gathering of a huge family, no matter how large the space is, it is as close as a small square.
They picked up fragments of rock fragments as musical instruments, jingling, I think of the sound of chimes, but it has indelible natural attributes and is one of the earth’s simple gifts. If I remove the interview in the film and leave only the music and scenery of Sigur Ros, I will also be fascinated by it. The rocks and glaciers are calm and heavy, and the beach and the sky can be connected with the elegance. Those black stones may turn over in the evening and become goblins, all rolling up and noisy telling stories about Iceland before. They came to the high ground and protested the construction of factories and dams in the form of voices. The huge cement piled up and became a monster. They watched the water rise and flooded the grass on the ground but could do nothing.
I think in Iceland, there may not be so many signs of the era of material consumption. Their clothes seem to be simple and comfortable, and they cannot see the symbolic brands and the insatiable faces of human beings. From old to young, sweaters are all Nordic style jacquard patterns, from the neckline to the shoulders, encircling beautiful circles.
The volcano must be a place surrounded by the past. The aurora is the past, accompanied by the sound of the wind and the sound of falling rocks.
The music of Sigur Ros exists on the deserted hills, or the night when a bonfire is crackling. The shadows followed them and the people in the tavern didn't talk much. The smoky dawn illuminates the outline of the Icelandic land.
The geography book in high school said that the warm North Atlantic current passes through Iceland from south to north, so this high-latitude island is not so cold. They fish for a living and have abundant resources such as geothermal energy.
The sky is clear and blue is enamel. This land is as peaceful as ever, no wonder Sigur Ros returned to Iceland after the world tour, calling it paradise.
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