Excerpt from Alex’s SFCC exclusive blog. Read the full version here
I always had a very particular relationship with my father, to say the least. We rarely got along, nor were we on the same page about most of every possible subject… except for music. You see, I grew up in a “radio always on” type of family – from my mother being into Elvis, Buddy Holly, Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis, and everything rock n roll, to my father who was into Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, CCR, Neil Young, Bowie, the Stones, Pink Floyd and everything having a blues influence in their sound. My first ever real father-and-son conversation came up when I was around 8 years old and told my parents at dinner that my teacher told us that the most amazing band in the music history was The Monkees and played us one of their albums in class. My father almost choked over his meat pie “WHAT?!? She said WHAT?!?” He looked at me and said: “Ok, come with me…. NOW!!!”
So, in the middle of dinner (I thought I would be punished for whatever reason), a big man took his son to the living room of their tiny little apartment to show him everything he needed to know about life. “The Rolling Stones and the nature of true rock music”. All that, as if I wasn’t a “different” kind of kid already. My father figured it was time for me to musically become a man. The years of innocence were over. No more “mom’s rock n roll fun songs”. It was time to drop the childhood curtain for me to see the world as it is. Some people have a fishing trip story, a first beer moment, an initiation to the reasons why you should like and hate whatever team from whatever sport, an introduction to literature, philosophy, poetry, beaux-art… even faith! But for my father, taking the time to explain what he believed was the most important thing could be summed up into “The Rolling Stones”.
Leaving Iceland in a Jazzy Type of Mood
Note: This Spotify playlist has been written from the Reykjavik airport while I was waiting for my flight back home.
I’m presently at the Reykjavik airport, waiting to board my plane back home after what has been quite a chaotic and nightmarish last Icelandic moment following the cancellation of all flights from my airline… A situation that left the filming crew and I grounded on this magnificent island a little longer than expected.
Regardless of all the confusion, I’m quite blessed to have found a last-minute seat within the complex circumstances, especially as so many people are still stuck here without much – if any at all – answers or affordable alternatives to go back home. It’s a strange type of ending to an adventure that has been nothing short of fantastic and inspiring, but maybe every unique story is ultimately made of similar unbelievable events… If so, that trip has been quite a singular one to say the least!