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Kaffi Brennslan

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Kaffi Brennslan has been around for a while, and despite changing owners it has maintained a healthy reputation for consistently…

No Tears Over These Lost Jobs

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I have only been on one military base in my life, and when I tell my war-protesting friends about that…

At the Kings’ Feet in Memphis

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In Tupelo, Mississippi, for $14, you can enter Elvis Aaron Presley’s birthplace and get a personal guided tour from a…

We Live to Be Radical

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Four years ago, when I lived in Brooklyn, Williamsburg was losing its cool, which is to say it was cool…

T-Model Ford

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We interviewed T-Model for the last issue, and complained that his comments may be repeated a bit too often, and…

Lost and Found in the Devil’s Country

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“We support our troops. We support our troops. Buy American. We support our troops. Tie a yellow ribbon.” Jesus Christ,…

A Truly Free Market:

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It is 1:34 in the afternoon. I haven’t eaten today. As I walk down the alleyway, the small amount of…

The Geeks of Gotham

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“I liked acting in Catch and Release because they gave me a really big trailer.” Kevin Smith, known by his…

Grapevine Presents: Benni Hemm Hemm Live at Hotel Borg, March 30th

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For our second podcast, the Grapevine presents Benni Hemm Hemm’s Hotel Borg performance of March 30th, 2006, in its entirety….

Welcome to the Economic Model, Friend

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Pissed that you just paid ten dollars for a beer? Thirty dollars for a CD? So are the people who…

No Old Ladies in Dubuque, Please

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The feature of this issue is a lengthy interview with Vigdís Grímsdóttir, a cherished Icelandic writer rarely presented to foreigners….

The Best Putrid Shark in the World!

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Okay, how do you win best putrid shark in the world? To start with, let’s check off some myths. As…

If Tattoos Were Instruments

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When Jón Atli of Hairdoctor told me the opening line he was planning, I was expecting a rumble. Jón Atli…

The Mythical Bluesman in Clarksdale, Mississippi

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In an attempt to put our time and money where our good intentions were, the Reykjavík Grapevine travelled to the…

Our Response

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It isn’t free speech that’s the issue. Hatred inspires hatred. In refusing to acknowledge the obvious goal of Flemming Rose…

Blues Gone Wild

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Bob Log III, the black sheep of Mississippi blues label Fat Possum Records, hit Iceland like a more hormonal, if…

Sturdy Bar Required

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Walking into Hressó on December 21st to see a Þórir gig, it felt a bit like New Year’s Day—the party…

After the Flood

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On August 29, 2005, Hurricane Katrina collided with the Mississippi Gulf, all but destroying one of America’s oldest cities, New…

Wake-Up Call

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On January 7th, a number of musicians of great stature dedicated their time and reputations to saving Iceland’s highlands and…

Single Worst Travel Article Ever Published: The Grapevine Goes to Orlando

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Orlando, Florida, home to the world’s largest McDonald’s, the world’s first Olive Garden, the world’s largest amusement park, Disney World,…

Tarantino Imitates Black People in a Movie Theatre

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When Quentin Tarantino, America’s great auteur, put on a press conference to explain a short film festival he was putting…

A Taste for Corn Liquor

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When my attempt to interview the blues legend T-Model Ford in one of his favourite juke joints of Clarksdale, Mississippi…

The Moss Revolution

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The concert and political movement of January 7th probably won’t be remembered by the date alone, as we have suggested on our…

Did That Really Happen?:

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Nobody knows what to do about Björk when she’s in Iceland: she’s kind of like the 80-pound elephant in the…

Bringing the Masses into Dissent

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Days before the January 7th gig, the Grapevine spoke with concert organiser and talent manager Grímur Atlason. Typically reserved, Grímur…