All Right

It's a cold, rainy day. I just got finished snacking on some toast and drinking tea. I took a shower once I woke up and am not somewhat cold but the tea has been warming me. Which makes this even more pleasant.

Once I got online, I had IMs from both my friend Brittany and my dad. My dad shared with me a movie clip I had not seen in a long time. From the movie called, Bright Star. It's about a poet whose name was John Keats. He shares a romance with a girl. I forget how the story goes but...I'm planning to find it again and watch it. It was a sad film. But I like sad films. Even with what seems like bad endings.

That thought takes me back to the first moment I realized that films could even have bad endings. I was young, I thought that all films had happy endings. I remember one day, sitting with my mother while she watched a film about a queen and the queen's romance with a bodyguard of hers. I forget the name of the movie, but I remember how it ended. The bodyguard had died to save her life. I looked at my mother in disbelief and asked, "He died?" "Yup," my mother responded, "Sometimes there aren't any happy endings." I thought long and hard about it afterwards. It struck me odd that things like that even happened. I know now...they do. But then I was very young. I'm still thinking to this very day.

As for Bright Star...I came across another fan made youtube video of some clips from it. and I song I actually know. and find quite fitting to this wet day.

In one of my previous blogs, I have mentioned a band called Sigur Rós. They are an Icelandic band who made up their own language for their music. It all sounds like "gibberish" (as Aaron Marsh states in an interview) but the music is far beyond belief. It's like magic. I have always found this song to be quite comforting.

I watched once a documentary of the band on youtube. It talked about the band, the music, the language, the fans, the people...and the land. Oh, so many clips were shown of Iceland. and I saw how cold it looked. and I saw the contentment on the people's faces. They were home. It was cold, it was wet, but it's their home and they are happy with it. Nothing more. That is what makes a country beautiful to me. and one day, I want to go to Iceland.

Sigur Rós is not the first band I've come across from Iceland. Múm and Björk are two others. I have yet to find many more if there are any. But I find Icelandic music to be very creative, even if some of the songs are long going. They hold beauty in their hands when they pick up an instrument.