Why I hate Sigur Ros...

Sigur Ros can go jump off a cliff.

Go back to Iceland, live in your own little world... just stop invading mine.

Why, you ask?

Because they single-handedly ruined every concert I have been to in the past. They raised the bar so high, I'm not sure anyone can come close.

Incomprehensible vocals (in a mix of Icelandic, English and gibberish) that moved me. Playing guitar with a bow all night long. Playing bass with a drumstick. Playing a wind-up music box. A drummer that kicked serious ass. Confetti!

I have always been a fan of Sigur Ros. They're music seems to fit so many occasions, so naturally they'rer always on. I had missed them at the Paramount a couple of years back, so last night's performance was not going to be missed. I felt my eyes well up numerous times, and I couldn't quite figure it out. I'm still not sure what it was... completely. But I can start by saying that it was beautiful.

I turned around, a couple of times, and saw people in different emotional states... some looked ecstatic and worshipful, others intent, almost trying to decipher what they were experiencing and still others looked like they were in some sort of trance, led by some radical cult leader. I think I fit into all of these categories at different parts of the night. The whole time the band was playing I felt... I don't know... lost, I guess. In a good way. I was so lost in the moment. Like I could have been lifted outside of my body.

And then the rain came... at the end of the encore the rain came. To the thunderous crash and crackle of the drums and guitars. The strobes flashing like lightning, electrifying the rain drops as they fell. It was a beautiful sight. I can't wait for it to happen again.