Reeperbahn Festival 2013. A sunny Friday morning. I enter a hotel room with only two guys instead of a whole band. One of them is Ásgeir Traustir. And instead of saying hello, I say “Where is the rest of the band? I wanted to ask if one of them would be interested in marrying me!”
At least, after saying hello I explained that I was so fed up by Germany’s (non existing) response to the whole NSA surveillance scandal, that I was looking for countries you might want to live in, Iceland (where they are from) being one of them.
Needless to say, I left the room not engaged but with two wonderful sessions and a nice short interview. (Watch out for the tour manager’s laugh from the off at the question if Ásgeir is a morning person.)