Iceland Airwaves Day Four
The final day of airwaves has come and gone. It was a day of subtle joys and major disappointments. We spent the afternoon with DJ Cousin Mary and her husband Ken at the Hitt Husið, a community center for teens in downtown Reykjavík. The first performer was Hekla, not the thereminist as I had hoped for, but rather an unassuming young woman singing songs of those things important to her. It was a very sweet, albeit shaky performance:
Jóhanna Elísa led a six piece band with her fine playing and singing. The string arrangements were superb:
We saw Between Mountains again, this was a much better venue for their emotional songs of the heart:
And we just had to stay to see Ateria again. They were in their element here, surrounded by friends and family. There are some very weird currents running through their music, who knows what darkness lurks in the mind of an Icelandic teen-age girl:
After a break for dinner (monkfish, yum!), we went over to Floí, a large multi-purpose room in the Harpa complex. The first act was the Faroese performer Eivør, an experienced veteran who sang, played guitar, and wielded a Celtic drum, all to great effect:
Not so great was the next act, Team Dreams: Sin Fang, Sóley & Örvar Smárason. In fact it was a disaster; quite possibly the worst musical performance of any kind I have ever endured. They announced that it would be their last gig. It sounded as if the band had already broken up a while ago. An atrocious sound mix turned it into torture:
Finally, JFDR, who I've been
The sound problems continued, almost destroying her set. She did fine when she was on her own—singing and playing guitar—but the other instruments were way out of balance. Various mid-bass and low-mid resonances made for a very unpleasant experience. Others told me that it wasn't as bad in the rear of the room, perhaps I was in a bad spot, although reviews in the Grapevine also mentioned the bad sound in Floí.
My Airwaves Experience is over, I'll be back later in the week with a wrap-up.