Last night my wife and I attended the First Annual Icelandic Film Festival
sponsored by McSweeney’s press and BÊkur Books to help raise funds for
826 Valencia, a non-profit organization started by the writer Dave
Eggers (who also runs McSweeney’s) and others to help inner-city kids learn to write. I’ve
worked with this organization many times before and was delighted to
throw in some money for a good cause. The first film we saw was the multiaward winning Noi Albinoi, about the life of a young rebel in Iceland who
refuses to conform to the demands of school and father. He falls in love and
tries to run away to Hawaii but in his own personal odyssey, encounters
tragic barriers. See this film.
We were so thrilled with the film and the excitement of learning more
about Iceland that we stayed on for another film and performance. This time it was to be the acclaimed Icelandic pop star
Mugison who would get things
going by singing a few songs. Aside
from the technical difficulites the man encountered, he joked and
pulled off a fantastic set of songs that were a sort of Badly Drawn Boy
and Jim O’Rourke fair. After the live music we watched a film
called Rock in Reykjavik. Made in 1982, the film was Iceland’s version of The Decline of the Western Civilization. There were scenes with the original Sugar Cubes and of course Bjork
among a cast of other bands I don’t have detalis on. The film
gets a bit silly towards the end with a ceremonial head chopping of
live chickens. This all took place at the beautiful Castro Theatre
smack in the middle of the Castro district where pre-halloween
revellers were packing the streets outside. For Mp3’s and more
info on this fantastic pop star Mugison, go here.


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I just finished watching the new
One of the bloggers had a link to Shatner doing the Beatle’s “Lucy in
I don’t make it a habit to read MTV news, but my RSS reader keeps me up
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I just had to re-post this one for those friends of mine who can’t get enough of that San Diego sound. . .
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