her crash

At the beginning of September, when the bomb was sent to my house... OK, that was terrible, the guy died, terrible. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. My whole life exploded in one way or another in one week. Where do you live Björk ? You’ve been in a suitcase for four years !

When I say this, I’m not doing the Kurt Cobain, or anything. I’m not saying, ’Oh, poor old me.’ No fucking way. Look at me, I’m a lucky cunt, you know ?

I’ve had a really top time, working with the most exciting, creative people. The most ridiculous, gorgeous situations I’ve been in. I’ve still got my mates, still got Iceland, still got my kid.

So I’m not moaning, I’m not moaning. But what I’m saying is, you go away from Iceland, and, Arrggh !, jump out of an airplane with no parachute and you’re going 9,000 miles per hour for four years. It’s not a situation where you’re gonna fade out. You’re gonna go, Pshewtt !, and you start a new period in your life.

Mixmag, september 1997