Finnbogi Örn Einarsson, the backbone of the Icelandic hardcore scene, has had a crazy few weeks. Within the first days of November, his band, Great Grief, was signed onto No Sleep Records and announced as a surprise addition to Iceland Airwaves. Here’s his perfect day.
I wake up fresh at 5:30, make some tea, oatmeal and get some design work done while listening to choice cuts from my record collection. This morning on rotation is Jesus Piece’s ‘Only Self.’ At 6:30, I make my protein shake and head to World Class inside Iceland’s largest phallus, Smáralind. Once I’m there, it’s time to catch up on my podcasts and deadlift more than my lanky friends, which I post about on my Instagram (@finnbogiorn) story with the caption “GAINS.” Then I take on my challenge for the day: the ice cold hot pot. Afterwards, it’s back to the locker room, where the hair-dryer is mine for at least ten minutes.
I get into my 2000 Toyota Yaris. The first stop is Reykjavík Roasters for a proper Americano. That’s where the barista puts a tiny amount of water in first, and then pours a double shot of espresso on top. I don’t burn my tongue. Now, I feel a gurgling in my stomach. I pick up my friends and we’re off to Stofan for vegan brunch. We discuss life, its trials, tribulations, and how we’re all waiting for Krabba Mane to drop a record.
It’s 16:00. I stroll to Gaukurinn, wherein lies one of Reykjavík’s greatest treasures—Veganæs! I look through the menu for about 5 minutes even though I’ve had every single thing nine times at least. I order the Fishish burger and fries loaded with Linnea’s vegan béarnaise and Marie Sharp’s Habanero. I wash it down with an Americano from Gaukurinn’s new espresso machine!
It’s time for dinner and a show, so I mosey to R6013—Iceland’s greatest DIY venue. The bands playing are xGADDAVÍRx, Grit Teeth, Great Grief and I Adapt, which has reunited to headline because it’s my perfect day. The food at R6013 is always vegan, so I eat seven bowls of pasta.
Heat Of The Night
Miami is this trendy place where none of my crowd hangs out, but my friend Fannar works there. He makes me my signature straight edge cocktail and we talk until the bar gets packed with jocks. Then, I meet the squad at Húrra, where we get a shitton of Club Mates and laugh the night away. Once Húrra closes, we sit by the pier and have extremely emotional conversations—an old-fashioned “trúnó.” I go to sleep over a nice binge of ‘Freaks and Geeks’ while eating a Daiya pizza and black chili Doritos.