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September 25, 2007
Björk
Last night at a Barnes & Noble, I picked up Suppernanny written by Jo Frost. One of the chapters was dedicated to dressing your child in the morning, and how you should go about dealing with a 4 year old who wants to go out in public dressed like Batman, when it's not even close to Halloween. This is the thought I had in mind when Björk came into view at Madison Square Garden.
I was prepared for something crazy, I mean, Go Fug Yourself has had many opportunities to chronicle the insanity of this woman's wardrobe. The interesting thing is that when she opened her mouth and sang, she stopped being some Icelandic alien pixie, and started being a warrior armed only with the power of voice. That's when I realized that given the right audio components, Björk could change the world. This pint-size siren would be able to, if there was some international Bose speaker system, make us all stop our useless complaining and listen. I'm convinced, she could sing peace and people who have never considered the notion would understand. Maybe she could get past the languages of hate with her arsenal of rapture.
Björk is an instrument and she's a catalyst of awe. She sings with emotions so clear and powerful that they barely take form as any singular feeling. The only incontestable fact is that you'll feel.
This mandate for emotions was felt for me in a song entitled "Desired Constellation". As Björk sings "How am I going to make it right?" in that clear, powerful crispness, you wonder about your problems, the world's problems and you repeat in an inner mantra, how am I going to make this right?
Björk singing with musicians backing her is almost coincidental. She can carry her melodies a cappella or with backing, and it doesn't make any difference, until you get to wild club princess Björk. Midway through the concert the laser lights flash, Björk does her crazy Zulu dances and MSG turns into a nightclub. Her songs turn from chilling and emotional into techno-thrash flashdance, and she doesn't miss a note in the transition.
I wanted to listen to her as I wrote this so I wouldn't forget the goosebumps on my arms, or my shivers when she goes into her tell-tale Björk range. Sadly, personal audio doesn't do jack for our spirited sprite, and I am left wanting.
If you have the means, I highly recommend you go see her in concert. Something gets lost in the recording, regardless of the bitrate of your perfectly legal MP3..
Posted by lysa at September 25, 2007 9:12 AM
Comments
Completely agreed. Icelandic pintsized alien siren warrior princess who thrills, chills, and makes you laugh with her childlike "Thank you" at the end of each song sums her up perfectly.
Posted by: booboo at September 25, 2007 10:49 AM
If you think that all this Bjorkification is going to cancel out your Kelly Clarkson jones you're sadly mistaken. Beware the idolia.
Posted by: Kbee at September 25, 2007 2:17 PM
Uhh, so I guess you liked the concert.
Posted by: O at September 25, 2007 5:51 PM
Awesome. I love bjork. did she do "it's oh so quiet"? that one cracks me up.
Actually..my favorite verse is probably:
"How could I be so immature?
To think he could replace,
The missing elements in me,
How extremely lazy of me"
i think that shall go on caffe profile...brb
Posted by: Scottie at September 25, 2007 8:43 PM