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Blues Redeem Me: GravelRoad And The Reykjavík Grapevine

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The scores of shitty decisions I made during my fevered dream of a run as editor of this beloved magazine…

The Ceiling On Icelandic Tourism, And Apologies For “The Clinton”

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In 2005, a few months into my editorship, Paul Fontaine and I did a marathon road trip around Iceland’s Ring…

Seven Years Ago

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Hooray! We turned ten this year. For a humble street rag like Grapevine, turning ten is a pretty big deal—we…

We Dream Bigger

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I think I know where the confidence and swagger came from. Davíð Oddsson. Hard to explain how adored he was,…

Morgunblaðið And The American Satanist

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Not too many Americans wanted to hear about Amanda Knox as her year long trial played out. Accused of murdering…

Ísafjörður, Dead Ahead

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A bird slamming into the windshield. That’s my greeting to Ísafjörður. To be fair, there are signs warning that birds…

The Editors Speak

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Valur The first editor My career as editor of Grapevine ended the way it started, being shouted at by ancient…

Deep Down Dirty: Mýrarbolti Matures

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The spectacle of it—just outside the picturesque town of Ísafjörður in the West Fjords, there are hundreds of locals dressed…

When You Open With Blasphemous Orgasms

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It goes like this: I get an email from “Mugi Mugison” saying that the Icelandic pop star is in Seattle,…

That Ignorance is restraining

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Bart Cameron on the death of American writer David Foster Wallace and the state of US-literatureWhen David Foster Wallace committed…

Standing in the Desert, Thinking of Rain

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Yes, the Coachella polo grounds were not rainy. And this astounded the former Pulp frontman. He spent the better part…

Airwaves Highlights

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The star of the show in almost every way was Valgeir Sigurðsson, whose new Bedroom Community label served as the…

The Place Deserves Its Fame

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Hotel Búðir is one of the world’s best hotels – Condé Nast Traveler has said so, as have a few…

Nashville in the North

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In explaining the success of Iceland Airwaves, the organisers, Mr. Destiny, surprised me by explaining that 9/11 had a strong…

Reality Check

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I flew to America on a Tuesday, pretty much due to bad timing. Tuesday, in Iceland, is Rock Star: Supernova…

All Grown Up

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Okay, well, for the last time, welcome to Iceland. If this is your first time picking up our paper, or…

Perfectly Brutal Exports

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Last issue, the Grapevine’s own featured cartoonist, Hugleikur Dagsson, gave us an enormous map with Icelandic horses abusing each other…

The Icelandic Outlaw Sneaks into Beowulf

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In filming Beowulf and Grendel, the director had to deal with a series of hurricane force gales, a shrinking budget,…

Traditional Fish, Northern Style

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Across Iceland, there are dozens of legendary establishments that justify lengthy pilgrimages through the most imposing of driving conditions. The…

Things You Should Do in Iceland Before You Die… or Turn 31

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I’ve been in Iceland three years, and have published about 250,000 words on the culture and tourism industry here. You…

Magni Surpasses Jesus Christ

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Religion comes to mind frequently when you watch Rockstar: Supernova, the reality television show that Icelandic country band singer Magni…

Concerts So Successful the Band Was Forgotten

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Sigur Rós are an experimental rock band from Mosfellsbær, essentially a suburb of Reykjavík, who have become international critical favourites…

451 Degrees of Colin Farrell

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At some point, years from now, scholars will look back in wonder at the cataclysmic effects of one Colin Farrell….

Back to the Country

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The Grapevine offices have relocated, closer to the centre of downtown Reykjavík. We are also undergoing some staff changes. Still,…

At Least We’re Happy

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If bad things happened to you while you were visiting, you might have a hard time explaining how you weren’t…