And just around the corner from a rockin’ evening, there was a soft and mellow (mostly) concert by James Blunt in Reykjavik.  I have a lot to thank Mr. Blunt for, since his music is the reason why my husband’s musical taste developed a few months ago into not being only about German hard rock, but also about music with meaning.  There was no escaping it, I got us a pair of ridiculously expensive tickets and we soaked in the music of Mr. Blunt.

Now, James Blunt is a bit of an odd fellow.  He seems a bit socially awkward but is at the same time so absolutely lovable that you don’t really mind and find his awkward-ness endearing.  His concert was definately like that!  Completely beautiful and touching and lovable and socially awkward.  How many times do you have the star of the concert jumping off stage and running almost the largest round possible in the seated section, without people standing up, running with him, grabbing him and kissing him?  Not many times, I tell you.  Mr. Blunt actually grabbed a few sitting girls and planted kisses on their lips.  And hardly anyone moved.  Very close to where we were sitting a boy stood up, and planted himself into the alley where James was about to come running through.  There was a spread of arms from both sides and they collapsed in the most awesome bearhug there ever was.  And a couple of seconds later Mr. Blunt was on his way, kissing more sitting girls and then getting up on stage again.

I’m just saying… Icelanders are weird people.

5 out of 5 stars for fantastic music and lovable awkwardness!