We’ve all heard this: tastes differ. Something you enjoy may be a pain for others. For me, it’s always been pretty simple: do whatever makes your heart content, as long as it does not bring the physical (or severe moral, for that matter) pain, to someone else. I am endlessly happy to meet and communicate with people who share this principle. Alas, this kind of acceptance is quite rare and more often than not, we’re weighed down by someone’s beliefs, constrained by rules and obligations, and don’t feel free enough to simply, be… While I’ve stepped away from religion and other “traditional” mainstreams a long time ago, I am still a person bound by social rules that come with a workforce package. On this night, however, an opportunity to break away from all this dogmatism presented itself in a wondrous live performance by WARDRUNA.
Since having discovered the band a few years ago (long before watching the Vikings series), I’ve wanted to see them live. There is something ethereal about their performance, something that needs to be experienced with a full set of visual and audial receptors. Finally, the day has come. WARDRUNA visited San Francisco and opened the night with a blow… into actual ceremonial bronze lurs, setting the ambience from the very beginning.
This opening was breathtaking. I did not set any expectations to allow for more of an “ad-hoc” perception, and there it was: pure, magical, and tantalizing. One of my favorite compositions followed, and below is its semi-decent interpretation:
Eventually, Kvitrafn’s speech has left me speechless: