Maybe that was a strange, personal job between me and myself, to show how overreaching I was being as a woman. The only way I could express that was by comparing it to the universe.
For a person as obsessed with music as I am, I always hear a song in the back of my head, all the time, and that usually is my own tune. I’ve done that all my life.
i’m back at my cliff still throwing things off i listen to the sounds they make on their way down i follow him with my eyes ’till they crash imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks.
I knew if certain people recommended something, it would be good. There’s always going to be those people. It just depends on what they’re called: curators or radio jockeys or bloggers.
I’m not going to talk like I know about politics, because I’m a total amateur, but maybe I can be a spokesperson for people who aren’t normally interested in politics.
I’m not as religious as some people about “the album.” To be honest, that was a product of a format. You had vinyl, and you could fit five songs on each side, and that’s 45 minutes.
Icelandic people are really educated. But maybe we are at where the people in the States were 50 years ago, where they think that stuff that isn’t done with a hammer or physical power is not a job. It’s that backwards.
