So, I'm back. Was a rather shitty weekend in Reykjavik, apart from a short while I spent playing this excellent luthier made classical guitar with steinn recording. I played a bunch of stuff through two mics, one positioned behind the bridge, and one hanging from the ceiling above the 12th fret. Was super fun, until his mom kicked us out.
He's got a bunch stuff there now to sort through, see if there's any usable stuff there.
Bottom line for this weekend: I hate drunk people.
I drove to and from Reykjavik (380km each way), in a diesel Skoda. Got nagged at by this crazy old bitch I work with, who among other things managed to knock on the door at a highway restroom yours truly was trying to use to evict some sustenance at to hurry me along. Nag at me for not going into 5th gear half the time (roads here are bendy). And generally just being a horse's ass.
Plus Reykjavik just isn't for me, it feels like people there love stress and tension. I'm a smalltown boy is what I am.
Then I arrive at home now after driving back, and half the apartment is empty, parents are moving into another place. I'm living with them now temporarily.
Anyway. Damn it's good to be home. But damn I wish I had two holidays after tonight.
I found a pretty cool guitar in Reykjavik. A Yamaha classical, handmade in 1974 from solid woods and with a bone nut. Really nice one I must say, sounds and plays beautifully.
I nearly bought it but the card said no. I'm gonna try to talk to the guys at the outlet for the store in my hometown; get them to let me pay it in installments.
Anyway, this was my weekend. After this I'm gonna take atleast a few weekends of staying in my comfort bubble before I venture back into the world.
