Ólafur Arnalds played Benaroya Hall with Nils Frahm at the Decibel Festival in 2013. He was well received.
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What I Felt
I was listening to Nils Frahm’s album Felt while washing dishes when I was overcome by the most powerful sadness.
It was a good day. The whole family was together, shopping for ski season and checking out books from the library; I picked up Outside magazine’s special life-hacking issue “127 Strategies for Living Bravely.” We ate prawns, seasonal vegetables, and locally made pasta with our favorite cheap red wine, Protocolo.
But Nils Frahm always sends my thoughts down a rabbit hole, and the music was so achingly beautiful it set me to yearning, once again, that I too could make something exquisite to add to the collection of extraordinary things that brighten this world. Frahm conjured all my dreams of a life of art and ideas; images of traveling the world, not just to see what I could see, but with something precious to share as I discovered each wondrous new place. I had to fight not to be a clichéd housewife crying over the dinner dishes.
Then I remembered the phone conversation with my mom earlier in the day. Read More
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Optical 2: Erased Tapes Showcase at Decibel Festival
Subtitle: Who the hell is Nils Frahm and why haven’t I heard of him before?
Nils Frahm (obviously a press photo and not one of mine)
Seattle’s Decibel Festival turns 10 this year, which means it was born just about the same time I quit following electronic music. While I wasn’t paying attention, Decibel grew into a world class celebration of underground and experimental electronic music. The only reason I went this year was to see Ólafur Arnalds. But what I will remember most is Nils Frahm.