Nominated for both New Artist of the Year and Album of the year, Sigrún stands backstage, focused on the performance she is about to deliver.
Despite the triumph of her debut opus, 'We Were Born in Our Homes and We Will Die Here,' she remains a mystery to the broader audience. Aware that more established artists are more likely to win the awards, the young Islandic artist stands undeterred, determined to not only assert her chances but also to unveil her musical universe to a wider audience and to the music industry at large.
While her inaugural single, 'Banished,' did well on the charts, Sigrún chose to grace the audience with a hidden gem from her album. Her song,
'Nornadans' is a gorgeous track holding a unique place within the album's narrative. The song revolves around the mythical Norns from Icelandic lore, weavers of human destinies. What sets this piece apart is its infusion of oriental vibes and Indian percussions, creating an otherworldly sonic landscape, very different from the other tracks of her debut album.
'Nornadans' is a captivating interplay of twinkling vibes and lush strings, presenting a surprising and head-spinningly eclectic arrangement. The composition carries a delightful sinuous string section, reminiscent of classic egyptian film scores. A hidden treasure within the album, it offers an unexpected fusion of icelandic legends and far-reaching cultures, like an Icelandic mantra... Through this song, Sigrún aims to surprise the audience, inviting them into a realm where Icelandic folklore seamlessly merges with the diverse musical traditions.
As the applause subsides, the Arena is plunged into the darkness, and the audience eagerly awaits the performance. Suddenly, a strange language, whispered in an almost shamanic tone, breaks the silence:
"Blása á nornirnar, biðja um blessun þeirra.
Blása á nornirnar, biðja um blessun þeirra."
The enigmatic words, a legendary Seidr spell spoken in Old Norse, resonate through the venue. These words can be translated to "Call upon the Norns, seek their blessing!" Then, Sigrún, still invisible, whispers the same words in a tender tone, invoking an otherworldly energy:
"Blása á nornirnar, biðja um blessun þeirra..."A warm and appeasing light gradually bathes the stage, revealing Sigrún's slender figure and blonde hair. She stands barefoot on a large Icelandic patterned rug, surrounded by her ensemble of musicians. The audience is drawn into the mystique as the ambiance shifts from darkness to a warm, sensual glow.
The chill-out instrumentation of "
Nornadans" begins, characterized by an unexpected fusion of Icelandic folklore and distant cultures. A drummer sets a cool and chilling rhythm, while two percussionists delicately wield tablas and Indian bells. Violins and a bass player add depth, and a keyboardist add different layer to the atmosphere of the song. The audience also notices the presence of a vibraphone.
Sigrún, with grace and poise, starts walking in sync with the rhythmic beat of the song. Her every step seems to synchronize with the subtile rhythm. The lyrics, an evocation of the legendary Norns weaving the fates of humans, unfold with her warm, intimate voice. Electronic elements and vibraphone gradually intertwine, enhancing the dreamlike quality of the song. Then she starts singing with a warm and pure voice.
"Nornir koma, rúna spinna
Nornir koma, rúna spinna"(Norns arrive, weaving runes)
As discreet bass notes stealthily infiltrate the air, adding a touch of groove to the performance, Sigrún succumbs to the rhythm, initiating a languid dance, a subtle sway that casts a spell on the audience. The lyrics continue to flow:
"Nornir weaving, spells revealing
Gladly gleaming
Nornir weaving, spells revealing
Gladly gleaming"
Her voice, pure and intimate, delivers the narrative with powerful moments. The violins delicately punctuate the lyrical narrative, infusing smooth oriental vibes that transports listeners into a dreamlike realm. Thé vibraphone adds an extra layer of sweetness.
"Stretch, turn, weave the cord so thin,
Blindin' dim light,
No matter who you are
You're all caught in sin."
As the performance enters an instrumental bridge, Sigrún, with a graceful poise, descends to her knees on the expansive Icelandic patterned rug. Initiating a languid dance guided by the languorous caress of the violins, her arms gracefully carve through the air, and each movement seems inspired by the legendary Norns, weaving fates of humans.
"Showing the way,
Adjusting the trim, right
Fear not the twists,
The turns, The strife,
For in the end, It's woven right."
Then the young icelandic artist sings her final verse. With a languid walk, she retreats to the center stage, perpetually in step with the smooth rhythm.
Silent weavers of dreams,
Nothing's as it seems
Spin the tales of yesteryears
Shape the future with hopes and fearsThe warm yellow spotlights envelop her, as she approaches the end of her performance. One last time, Sigrún unveils the full spectrum of her vocal prowess.
"Guiding lives
And giving lands,
Rekindling flames
Taking crowns"
Sigrún gracefully concludes the performance with a slow sensual dance. A shy smile, like a fleeting moonbeam, graces her face, revealing the genuine joy emanating from this intimate connection with the audience. In this shared moment, it's evident that Sigrún not only enjoys the harmonious exchange but also takes pride in delivering her song on this prestigious occasion.
Nornir weaving, spells revealing
Gladly gleaming
Nornir weaving, spells revealing
Gladly gleaming.As she dances, repeating the last words, the song reaches its ending, concluding with the soft notes of Indian ghungroo bells.
With the poise of a sorceress, she whispers once more the mystical incantation that had inaugurated her enchanting performance.
"Nornir koma, rúna spinna...
Nornir koma, rúna spinna..."(Norns arrive, weaving runes)
The warm lights that once bathed the stage in a tender glow begin to fade away, plunging the stage into darkness again, leaving the audience in awe. The appeasing atmosphere that enveloped the audience dissipates, dissolving into the air like the remnants of a vivid dream.
Then, the hall erupts into a beautifully resonant ovation. Sigrún, bathed in the applause, absorbs the moment with humility and grace. It's a recognition that transcends awards and nominations.
Now the ceremony can resume its course.
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