Saturday, October 4, 2008

countless beers and a tri-tip sandwich

sigur rós
greek theatre — berkeley, california

3 October 2008

we came prepared for rain.
or, at least i thought we did, until we got to berkeley.
the girls had their brand new ponchos, but matt didn't. an oversight
and some miscommunication on my part. i felt bad (and still do). but the weather gods
were kind enough to wait until the last possible moment to give us what we knew
was coming. and that last possible moment was a priceless
moment. the most priceless moment
of priceless moments!

it was awesome!

close your eyes for a moment.
imagine you're seated at a concert
in an historic amphitheater. the light mist in the air
comes and goes, but it hasn't rained. sigur ros has just
run off-stage after playing gobbledigook—a pefect finale song
accompanied by a jaw-dropping display of confetti being blasted
from air cannons. the crowd is roaring, pleading for more beautiful music.
a few seconds later, the band returns. they begin to play popplagid. the crowd
respectfully goes silent. everyone knows that what they are about to experience
will be something great. something to tell the kids some day. the light mist returns.
slowly the mist turns to a heavy sprinkle. the crowd quickly begins to cover up.
sigur ros, probably noticing the fortuitous events that are about to transpire,
seem to be playing with renewed energy. the waves of falling rain are
illuminated by the stagelights. the crowded floor is pulsing with
excitement. it's a small sea of hands reaching up to the rain.
screaming. clapping. you can feel the intensity.
you think to yourself, "this is perfect."
because it is perfect.
utterly perfect!
but then, ...
then, it's all over.
just like that, the stage goes dark.
you see the crowd. you know they're roaring,
but in your head there is just silence, as you scan
the mass of screaming faces. it is wonderful. brilliant!
you're standing there, in the rain and you say to yourself,
"the most priceless moment of priceless moments. wow!"
and immediately, you think that that's what you'll
write when you blog about this tomorrow,
because this was something special.

here, this is for you. enjoy:
sigur rós — sæglópur


  1. I'm closing my eyes, imagining what that must have been like. All I can utter is "Sigh...."