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I loved Sugarcubes and their wild vocalist. Later, when Björk started her solo carrier, I think she sounded nice but not great enough for me to buy her albums. I hardly ever buy full-price records. I own one Sugarcubes album (vinyl). A college of mine who plays in a synthetizer band in Flen has spent loads of cash in Björk recordings. He's got them all, bootlegs, singles and everything. He decided that he gets an interview with his idol, Björk when he was working at a small youth magazine 1996. All right then, after spending some quality time hanging on the telephone he finally got in touch with Björk. They talked over an hour by the phone, he got his interview and even a date with her in Hultsfred, where she was going to perform later that summer (not a romantic date, of course). And he met her in Hultsfred. And the guy - would you believe it - took with him every one of his Björk records for her to sign! There was maybe 50 - 60 records. And - would you believe - she signed them all! Every one of them... The guy told me later: "She was very nice. I went through hell carrying my records on the festival and didn't know how she was going to react. But she didn't think it was odd. She thought it was interesting. She hadn't even heard some of the records I had. Bootlegs and stuff. She wrote her autograph on them, too." June 13 1996, Hultsfred, Sweden The last performer on the main stage on Thursday night, after The Cure, was the wild little girl (in disguise) from Island. As you already know, I'm not a specialist in her music, but I was there and felt every second of her performance. She was like a little China doll. Like a deep breath of a mermaid. She was magic. Slowly, gently the concert started. There she stood! No, she wasn't standing, she was sitting in the middle of the stage like a little girl, with blond hair (that was new!), dressed like a little girl and singing like a little girl singing a lullaby to herself. The sound barrier filled the whole festival. The audience (16.000) was quiet. I was quiet but wanted to get good pictures and had to struggle a bit to get something of a decent quality. No photographs were allowed in the pit in front of the stage while Björk was on the stage. The photo was taken with a telescopic lens from maybe 60 meters away from the stage. I had no tripod but I asked a tall guy if may use his shoulder as a tripod for a while. I'm glad he said yes. After I knew I've taken the picture, I could listen to the music. Pulsating, throbbing, dramatic fairground music box, almost out of this world, somehow. Every minute that felt like a second of two. Time stood still during her show. When I thought she had made two or three songs, I checked my watch and over an hour had passed. Wow. Chilly. Actually, for a while I didn't know what to think of the concert. It was so different. I had to ask myself: "Is this a great show or just weird?" All right, I said. Let's say it's a really great show! I saw a drummer and an old man playing the accordion on the stage with Björk, but nobody else. I'd guess the rest of the music came from background tapes or sequencers or what all they have. Computers. Still, every second of the show had soul. There was magic in the air and the whole thing was so professional that you never thought that it started by someone switching the lights and the music on. It was all there. Always. And never had been there.
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