Underwear

by Lorenzo Piccoli


The President of Iceland, Mr. Ólafur Ragnar Grímsson, often speaks of the special nature of the Icelandic people. In his mind, the most treasured commodity among Icelanders is their “Viking” spirit—their passion and enthusiasm for conquering new ground and reaping the benefits of their adventurous and courageous natures. This is obviously a load of nonsense and has absolutely nothing to do with FM Belfast, who just just to be your friend.

It took this outstanding icelandic band to change me like the weather over the weekend. I was moody and listless on Saturday morning, when I left for Dusseldorf. I went with Matic, Vaida and Asgård who kindly invited me to listen to their colleague Egill, one of the frontmen of FM Belfast who was about to play at the Open Source Festival. Egill is indeed a very nice guy and a one-man-show, who you can see portrayed in some of the pictures below.

We stayed for the whole festival, which lasted for about 12 hours. We even made new friends playing table football. FM Belfast’ concert was an energizer. The band is astonishing when performing live. Their secret is not being Vikings. As they write on their biography, they do not pillage and plunder. Instead, they give, and they care. With simple, delicately crafted melodies, unpredictable beats and humorous lyrics, including the one that follows.

 

We drove back to Brussels after a very long night and we were back on Sunday leaving one man behind. I am staying here until Thursday and then I will be off to Germany for a long weekend before flying back to Italy. While counting the days, I won’t necessarily have to run down the street in my underwear. But I might, if I am to listen carefully to FM Belfast’s Icelandic wisdom.

Late morning update: Asgård noticed that both Egill and us made it to the headlines.

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