The Icelandic Rocker's Lament
The Icelandic Rocker's Lament:
(especially popular in the winter months)
- The population is only 300,000 (and that's including the babies, under-7s, old people who can't see, hear and/or have money to buy concert tickets or CDs) - where's the market for our music?
- After all the essential services/occupations like teachers, soldiers, policemen, postmen, civil servants, pen pushers, mouse clickers, housekeepers, where are there enough people or talent for producers, gig organisers, and soft.com.sg-equivalent webmaster?
- The weather is too cold - I am too frozen to write songs.
- The national cuisine is singed sheep head and cured shark (I kid you not) - how can I find any inspiration from such "food" (term used very advisedly). And all of us are just too busy catching fish all the time.
- All the 299,999 persons look exactly like the 300,000th (me)! - where's the diversity/cosmopolitanism that London or LA have. We need more multiculturalism! It's this stupid government policy.
- The local language is so blah that Sigur Ros has to sing in gibberish! How to write good songs, you tell me.
- Nobody knows whether Iceland is a country, colony of Denmark, name of a planet in Star Wars Episode V, or a brand of bottled water. How do you even market our music to the world?
- I look around and all I see are ice-fields and geysers. It's too boring, man. I'm thinking of quiting all the time. If I have enough krona, I'm leaving this island for sure!
You do see now why Icelandic music is in such parlous state, don't you?
(please don't pm me; this is a rhetorical question)