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Last week was so much music. I discovered an Icelandic neoclassical composer – too late. My daughter’s orchestra had its winter performance. I attended Seattle Symphony Untuxed where I was exposed to midcentury modern music of the orchestral variety that still raises eyebrows today. Then electric violin and industrial soundscapes blew my mind at Pacific Northwest Ballet’s Director’s Choice. Through the week, a few themes emerged.
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Among many cute Icelandic things Icelandair does, like naming each plane in their fleet after an Icelandic volcano, is playing Icelandic music in the cabin before take-off and upon landing. The first time I heard the song Goða Tungl was while the airplane named Katla taxied to the gate at Keflavik Airport, delivering me to Airwaves 2012. I thought, “How cool! Björk covered Einstürzende Neubauten.” Of course I was wrong, and that’s why I need your help. Read More
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Caressing strings
After (not) seeing the first two bands at Studio Seven, I knew that I couldn’t just listen to Gojira when they played Studio Seven. I had to see the stage. I unloaded camera and coat on long-suffering spouse who camped against a pillar. It had been a long time since I worked my way through a crowd like that, so I was out of practice with the “This small girl pushing past you is so harmless you’ve already forgotten her,” mind trick. Plus, the Gojira fans were notably protective of their space. I made it as far as the next pillar before a group of very tall guys blocked my way. Currents of aggression swirled through the crowd. Read More