Bjork
Bjork
Björk Guðmundsdóttir, known mononymously as Björk, is an Icelandic singer-songwriter. Over her three-decade career, she has developed an eclectic musical style that draws on a wide range of influences and genres spanning electronic, pop, experimental, trip hop, dance, classical, and avant-garde styles. She initially became known as the lead singer of the alternative rock band The Sugarcubes, whose 1987 single "Birthday" was a hit on US and UK indie stations and a favorite among music critics. Björk embarked on a...
ProfessionPop Singer
Date of Birth21 November 1965
CityReykjavik, Iceland
People are always going to need physicality; they're going to want to meet other people even more. I've got faith in the physical angle. People have their needs. They won't forget about them.
National Geographic contacted me about getting on their label, and I was like, 'Wow, I want to be label mates with the sharks and lemurs!'
I never want to know the range of my voice. It has to be impulsive, and I don't want to kill the mystery.
Sometimes, when I have a lot of ideas and I want to do a lot of things, or when I'm traveling, I lose energy and I can't do as many things as I want. So I have to plan days when I'm not doing anything. I find that a bit boring, but it's necessary.
I sometimes fall into the trap of doing what I think I should be doing rather than what I want to be doing.
If you want to make something happen that hasn't happened before , you've got to allow yourself to make a lot of mistakes.
It's nice and quiet but soon again starts another big riot!
There is this stereotype of Icelanders all believing in spirits, and I've played up to that a bit in interviews.
I'm a whisper in water.
It seems that most the world is driven by the eye, right? They design cities to look great but they always sound horrible, ... They design telephones to look great, but they sound horrible. I think it was about time that the other senses were celebrated.
I'm no buddhist, but this is fu**ing enlightmentment
i thrive best hermit style. with a beard and a pipe.
i'm back at my cliff still throwing things off i listen to the sounds they make on their way down i follow him with my eyes 'till they crash imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks.
How could I be so immature to think you could replace the missing elements in me. How extremely lazy of me.