Sigur Rós - Gobbledigook
(makes me happy in a very special way. not ecstatic, but rather... as if looking at things from a distance and feeling joy out of an abstract empathy with just about everything. as if i am a father watching his children play at a summer barbecue, even though i am not playing myself but merely sitting, in the sunshine, watching these children, my children, as they play. that kind of happiness. to be inside and outside of the world at the same time. and it is exactly that dual position that, paradoxically enough, is a soothing ointment to heal all schisms that perturbed me before. how i like to sit at that barbecue, on that summer afternoon. how i hope my children would never stop playing. how i am playing with them, even though i am sitting here. how i am playing with them, even though they do not exist yet. that is Gobbledigook for me -- and perhaps even more.
i also wish to thank the person who, during Sigur Rós's live concert at Rock Werchter on 5 July (a couple of days ago, indeed), had decided to start blowing bubbles. not loads of them, just two or three every now and then. it fit the music and the atmosphere perfectly. i watched just about every bubble floating by, soapingly encompassing the setting sun after a rainy day. i believe you, bubble-blower, are a girl, for i might have seen a flicker of you on one of the big screens. but whoever you are: thank you. you made a perfect moment last. i know you will probably never read this. but that's okay. i am certain you may feel this little emotion of mine, somehow, someday, someplace. let my thanks float out like bubbles.)