The Journey Itself Is Home

Jen Goes Digital has written it for me in her comment to my last entry:

“Well first there was something wrong with my harpsichord in Toronto. Peter van der Velde and two other stage men stood around looking under the lid like it was an automobile. I never even played it tonight. That’s ok, I faced the crowd all night. We changed the intro back to the way it was in Glastonbury. We stopped marching out to Brennid þið vitar, ever since my ass-slapping incident in Scotland. After I gave the thumbs up that my keyboard was okay, Bjork slapped me ten. During Declare Independence, I took one of the Wonderbrass girl’s flags. I ran around the stage with it like a crazy man. I took it over to Damian. He let me touch the reactor table. I changed the way Declare Independance goes. It was the ‘Declare Jonas Sen Mix’. I kicked ass on Oceania as per usual and on Cover Me, even though Bjork was singing over my shoulder and sharing my song book. Good thing, she caught the pages as the wind turned them too soon.”

Hmmm…

Ten minutes before walking on stage last night, on the Virgin Festival in Toronto, I was told that smoke was coming out of the electronic harpsichord I usually play on. I would have to play everything on the Yamaha CP300.

Björk said to me: “Well, Jónas, it is Bruce Willis time.” Meaning: Stay cool under pressure. I usually like to prepare when I have to play songs on a different instrument from the one I’m used to. So the harpsichord blowing up just before walking on stage was kinda stressful.

It went quite well though.

To celebrate I couldn’t help dancing. Maybe I was a bit wild. Probably why Björk said to me as we were going back to the dressing rooms: “You are mad!”