13 | February | 2009

For many much years of my life, I’ve been in love with a band called Sigur Rós. Also, for many much years of my life, I’ve been in love with a boy named Zack. Now, while Zack typically has a spectacular ear for music, for some reason he doesn’t like Sigur Rós. As a result, I have done all of my listening to Sigur Rós solo for many, many years. This was more difficult when we lived at Camp together. We lived, worked, ate, drove and slept together. That left very little time every day for headphones or listening to the music I love that he, well, despises.

So, one of the secret added benefits to our no-longer-synchronized work schedules (I’ve gotta take all the positives I can get, okay?) is that I have the time (or solitude) to rediscover all the music that I used to thrive on. In the past few days, I have found myself taking study breaks to lay on the floor between two speakers, destroying my hearing in the best possible way. Whether I’m winding down to my first Sigur Rós love, an album entitled ( ), or appreciating Takk…, discovering EPs like Svefn-G-Englar, or indulging in the delayed discovery of their most recent release Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust, Sigur Rós has become all I can think about these days. This is not particularly good news, since, you know, I’m supposed to be finishing a government class, but HEY. CAN’T WIN THEM ALL.

Here’s some samplings for you.

Sigur Rós paired up with clips of BBC’s Planet Earth.