Saturday, 2026 Iceland Airwaves

Don’t Look Back

Vesturbæjarlaug

Spoke at length with ‘Charlie’ from Brooklyn while lounging in the big hot pot today, speaking of music and food deserts and life here and elsewhere. All good things must end, and as I was walking back to the changing room I realized that this would probably be the last time I would trod these frigid tiles. They didn’t seem so cold then. Inside, the last shower, the last time dressing, and then outside where it was trying to rain, but the clouds seemed to acquiesce in my charmed presence. I’ve got a light schedule this afternoon and evening, I may post some images throughout the day, but may not. þetta reddast.