Pedaling through the dark currents, I find an accurate copy. A blue print of the pleasure in me.

I love hiking in Iceland most, there are lots of brilliant paths.

What comes first? The melody, always. It's all about singing the melodies live in my head. They go in circles. I guess I'm quite conservative and romantic about the power of melodies. I try not to record them on my Dictaphone when I first hear them. If I forget all about it and it pops up later on, then I know it's good enough. I let my subconscious do the editing for me.

There is this stereotype of Icelanders all believing in spirits, and I've played up to that a bit in interviews.

i'm back at my cliff still throwing things off i listen to the sounds they make on their way down i follow him with my eyes 'till they crash imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks.

I just feel like making things solar-powered and wind-powered should be as easy as using an iPad.

I definitely can feel the third or fourth feminist wave in the air, so maybe this is a good time to open that Pandora’s box a little bit and air it out.