Pinder came to waltz in Reykjavik. He climbed the stairs as a stranger but descended them an ally. Some people it takes but a moment to behold before they have become a friend.
We wandered down the road to Harpa through softening snow and the rain's cold grace. Hours later we were sat watching Björk and Patti Smith in the grips of its red chambers. They sang to us and we were sewn together in our little red seats. I thought the only thing worth buying in this life is music. He, a sound engineer, agreed.
But he listens to a song a hundred times over to mix it. The repetition continues into his sleep and into his dreams. I roll sushi in my dreams, I said. I can't stop arranging things on the nori in my dreams. And people don't stop ordering when I lay my head down.
Pinder has lived through love and tragedy in and around Toronto, as well as Nashville. These towns spark me up, and love and tragedy are always a palm muted rhythm accompanying what thoughts I have of them. In Detroit he was forced to get a bunch of guys burgers as his hotel was dropped in the wrong part of town. The part of town where you're forced to buy burgers. Anyone know that part? Go north to Windsor and the first road's filled with strip clubs.
We took turns driving to Fossatun. He made a map of it. We took a turning and tried climbing a crater. The wind and sleet would push us back every wooden step we climbed. Some wooden steps were now just ice, and you'd slide down them and land a couple paces back. Now and then the wind would distort your body so you're dancing a hard and rigid dance, like double-jointed limbs moving back and forth to impress a friend. I opened a beer in the wind but i could only drink a fraction in the bitter cold, before it leapt from my hands and spilled down my jeans. The gate screamed as you walke through it, as the wind played it like a flute. At the top of Taipei 101 there's a single tone blown by the sky. I recorded it for future use, it's very slow and sad.
Fossatun sits in a valley. We went off the main road, curious to explore 'Logaland' it was a large building in front of the mountains. There was a severed horse leg by the front door, and no windows at the front for us to look inside, so we trampled the snow around the back and saw there was a coca cola fridge in a kitchen. No people, no cars. It was very curious.