Audio files: Bjork’s bejeweled panties, Stevie Nicks, Thundra, and Muppets

Posted on January 12th, 2011 by Michael Cade

Bjork, Bjork, Bjork — it’s so fun to say.

Below is a four-ply suite of Bjork information — a “Bjorkalogue.”

BJORKALOGUE PART I: Iceland On the Isthmus

I enjoy the music of Bjork. I also like her old band, the Sugarcubes.

Recently my appreciation for these Icelanders resurfaced in a random way.

Some back-story.

My sister lives in Madison, Wisconsin, and her boyfriend is a Scottish musician named Ian. Ian used to be a hired gun in the U.K. sessions scene. I’m told he played on some Human League songs long ago.

Anyway, I got to speak with Ian on the phone at Christmas. During our chat, I asked him what a Scottish musician was doing in Madison, Wisconsin of all places. He said he relocated to Madison when his (now ex) wife enrolled at the University of Wisconsin.

“Weird,” I said. “I think those are the exact same circumstances that brought (former Sugarcube drummer) Siggi to Madison back in the 90s. He played in a band called Headpump.”

“Really?” said Ian, genuinely surprised. “I know him.”

Turns out Ian spent a fair amount of time in Iceland, where he occasionally crossed paths with Siggi, Bjork and the rest of the Cubes.

BJORKALOGUE PART II: Bjork’s Bejeweled Panties

This chance interconnectedness got me thinking about an odd Bjork tale I heard years ago involving another Madison resident (Brian from a band called Pachinko). Here’s the money passage (text cleaned up for readability purposes)…

Bjork followed me into the shower (imagine what King Hussein might shower in), but she wouldn’t take off her bejeweled panties. I kept ribbing her and ribbing her about it and finally she gave in. It turns out that she had shaven her pubic hair into a letter (from the looks of it, one that doesn’t exist in the English language); the first letter of her husband’s name…

Scroll down for the whole thing. It’s a nice story.

BJORKALOGUE PART III: Hera Bjork, the Ice Floe Queen

Recently I learned of another Icelander named Bjork – Hera Bjork. I don’t know much about her other than she has a Stevie Nicks-meets-Thundra thing going on. That’s her in the picture below, looking like a Nordic Vallejo painting.

A Web site called Schlagerblog describes Hera’s garb at Eurovision 2010:

“…Hera looked like she was wearing the frock she jumped into the Reykjavik swimming pool wearing, so it’s good to see she managed to get the chlorine out.”