I arrived 2 hours earlier. Not a big queu. But quiet, people in it. Now weird not posh not…alternatives. Just people.
3500 people gathered in the gig. Almost lots of them on the seating section. I was in stalls. But I started the guest artist in the seating highest seat of the O2Apollo venue. Then I went back to the Stalls…to the hell….and Seaglopur.
Just Icelandic great earthly strenght from somewhere.
Manchester «music expert» audience…was quiet and stuck. Maybe, because they do not know what to do with such as big musical hurricane.
Icelandics gave us, and specially to the Manchester «posh» audience a great demostration about how music could be understood and show in a broad audience, while pictures, movements and a big amount of musical arragements details could be played, like in a icelandic aurora boreal vast constellation.
We all stuck.
The one with soul&heart, were delighted.
Takk Takk Sigur Ros to let us dream, to ever dream.
Ftf.
Singing for&with Aita (dad): Playing at Harcourt Arms, Oxford (UK)
Igor Calzada sings (with)(to) his Dad (Aita) recently loos, Moises Calzada (1942-2012), #BetiAurrera&DuinAita.
Featured @eefbarzelay, #MikelLaboa & #HarkaitzCano in Oxford, UK, Harcourt Arms, Jericho, 16th Dec. 2012.
#EneBegiekEzDuteMalkoIsuritzekoGogorik #MyEyesDontWantToPourMoreTears #StoneyBeach Co.Donegal, Ireland
My eyes do not want to pour more tears.
Because they live once.
Listen,
Time goes slowly, the red oxen to a wagon.
Look at the current rust clockwise.
How many things I have left out
or left them next to the blue at the bottom of a lake,
in a single life,
And how many times I’ve lost in the mist,
thinking in birds who dream of capercaillie.
My desires are not already abandoned nests only in my heart. The sun is a weak wheel.
Let me hear no more, look, do not think,
This is the only life, do not lose it, do not walk
and fell anymore,
I want to be like stones,
It is just the place where centuries & seconds cross:
so-called far away homeland.
Ps: If someone could improve the literal translation, I would appreciate it.
Chicago
Christina Rosenvinge – Chicago – con Vetusta Morla
I fell in love again,
All things go, all things go.
Bihar banoa, edo etzi. Zer axola du?
Soineko burdinduaz ikusten dut Bilbo, hamabost urteko neska bat bezain ederra.
I made a lot of mistakes.
Etxea polita da gertutik ikusita. Gertutik ikusita, urrutitik ikusita.
Chicago. Chicago. Chicago.
Akordatzen naiz, kantu hau non entzun nuen.
Portland-eko coast-era bidean.
Askotan ez du axola non gauden, baizik non dugun bihotza.
Batzuk ez dute hori sentitzen, ez dutelako bihotza lekuz aldatu, ez dago mudantzarik inoiz, bihotza Chicagon geratzen da.
Eta Chicago edozein leku, edozein hiri da.
Bilbo? London? Tokyo? NYC?
Edo…kaka zerutiarra.
Kritika gehiago ez.
Gogaitzen nau zu horrela entzutea. Hiriaren kontra. Hiriak jaiotzen ikusi hau, ez al haiz akordatzen, maddi?
If I was crying
in the van
with my friends
it was for freedom
from myself
and from the land.
I made a lot of mistakes.
Eta zoriontsu naiz horregatik.
Eta Chicago-ra goaz, Chicago, edozein leku, edozein hiri denean, jakin gabe nora goazen, beti goazelako, beti berriro bueltatzeko.
Eta etengabe, once again.
Joan etortzeko,
Etorri joateko.
Han izanik, hona naiz.
Ftf.
Exit by Igor Calzada (aka FasTFatum) Harcourt Arms, Oxford UK.
Thanks e.
j, m. & j. in the first line…:) see you soon.
Thanks n. (technician)