Mondays are not the best days of the week. There is worst though: Sundays. Mondays have the benefit to be the first days of a new week made of a series of unknown events.
We are rapidly approaching to Verslunarmannahelgin: “Merchants’ Weekend”, celebrated annually during the first weekend of August since the 30s with outdoor festivals throughout the country. I have heard a lot about this weekends. Usually teenagers bring their tents to the country side or wherever there is a festival along with liters of booze. Then they drink themselves senseless (maybe a bit more than the usual weekend) and end up with a stranger of the opposite sex back in their tents. I have never been on the country side this weekend so what I have experienced so far is basically an empty town (Reykjavik). There is, however, one event occurring downtown during that period: Innipúkinn. Which is basically a “cocooning” event for unlucky (or lucky if you ask me) people staying in town.
And what better preparing a “cocooned” weekend than starting by listening to some proper music?
Imagine if Sigur Rós and Architecture in Helsinki were planning on recording an album together, but the studio was already double booked! Therefore they decided to record it in one of the member’s bedroom on his cassette player. Just then Kahimi Karie called, so they said “Oh great, why don’t you come over too? We’ll have a slumber party tonight,” and she said, “Ok.” They started recording but it was getting late and they were afraid that their neighbors might complain if they were too loud,so they replaced all guitar parts with music boxes. About that time Kahimi showed up and said “Let’s order a pizza, I’m starving.” Next they were eating the pizza and they got thirsty, but the only thing they had in the refrigerator was milk. Milk has that thing in it that makes you sleepy, so they all got a little sleepy, and then singer guy from Sigur Ros decided his voice was too high for this project, so he asked Kahimi to sing. She did and it sounded great! And than they all fell asleep. The End. - Shawn James Seymour
