*Old Man Voice* “Waaaaay back in ’89, I got dragged by a buncha n’eer-do-wells from my College Radio Station to see some ol’ mystery band name of Sykurmolarnir at this club name of CBGB‘s. You whippersnappers are too young to remember that place, but it was, what is it you kids say these days? …..it was THE SHIT!!!
Anyhoo, we got piss drunk on whatever was on tap up in thar, all of us smashed like sardines that aint been properly introduced & a lil’ ol’ band o’fellers and ladies came-a stumbling out and started hollerin’ at people in some language called Icelandic that I ain’t never heard of ‘fore. Turned out, they weren’t nothin’ but them people from The Sugarcubes pretending to be somebody else and makin’ fun of us stupid American folks, and this here Bjork girlie, well….she was up there just a-hootin’ and a-hollerin’ and a carryin’ on in a mighty fine way. Your grandpa here? Welllll……I became downright smitten that night, and the rest, as they say, is history. We fell in love and decided we was gettin’ married right thar on that very stage that very night…. Course, me and your other grandpa, we had to wait 21 years and move back to New York City to tie the knot….
But anyhoo, we just love that dern Bjork and we sure are happy to know she’s still makin’ them there records. Turns out, she’s putting out a new’un name of Biophilia ’round about September. Apparently, she’s gone and collaborated with them people at that Apple Computer to make it into some new-fangled app, so make sure you get you one-a them fancy iPhone thingies if’n you want one of us to buy it for you when it comes out.”
