iceland is a small country, as is its musical community; seeing Icelandic musicians play in Paris always brings a certain pleasure, like a game in which the object is to figure out where you have already seen the other teams faces, to wonder if the trumpeter is the same as one spotted on tour last spring.
Mùm came out of La Maroquinerie one by one, at three minute intervals: two, then four, six, seven...With them, the blonde who also plays with Benni Hemm Hemm and the mustache last seen with Hjaltalin in November. Knowing each others faces made filming easy and comfortable, like recording a group of old friends.
The sun was shining, but the street in front of La Maroquinerie was deserted. Escape felt necessary, doing it by bus provided a challenge: the purchase of fifteen tickets, then getting the fifteen on and as far to the back as possible. Along the way everyone scattered amongst little old ladies and mothers laden with groceries, and as Nat steadied the camera in the crush of people, the result: Mùm slowly, quietly rolling out a song to the rhythm of the bus in the time it took to get to Buttes-Chaumont.