new film: heima

i first saw sigur ros in manhattan at the beacon theater in early 2002. it was a perfect night-i was newly in love and had just bought these great red shoes. they played behind a scrim that changed colors revealing young shadows, hunched over instruments, playing such sweet and fragile music that i thought i might burst.

when this movie comes out, i am so there. maybe at a theater in iceland. what is up with me and iceland? i hate the cold.