Iceland always was always appealing to a young Robert Waddington.
After learning to use an ebow and then struggling to somewhat appropriate Icelandic slang words, Robert stepped off the airplane at Reykjavik and into micro-global folklore.
Robert began his musical career fighting epigone Evan Evans and his ridiculous farming methods/musical hack ranch. Once Robert realized that Evan was an idiot with a DAW, he knew he could hit musical terra-firma the old fashioned way; plugging a guitar into an amp, lopping it through an effects rig, editing these live loops in real time and then creating a wash of sonic beauty.
And some people listened. Shocking.
These rabid listeners told a few more. More shocking still!
Robert's solid fan core has been known to commit crimes at the capricious behest of Mr. Waddington. This has lead Robert down a dark path. Fortunately, his music stays somewhat unattached to his vagaries.
Whenever Robert is away from music, he can be found slumming on the streets muttering nonsense about carrots and other root vegetables. Sometimes he will give impromptu sing-alongs at or in a WalMart. Not only does Robert say that the "acoustics are stupendous there," but the audience is always stoked.