Published March 7, 2008

We have just survived February, the coldest, darkest month of the year. Every time we escape this gruelling period alive, and relatively unscathed, it is cause for celebration. So, take a seat by the bar and chuck down a few, and take solace in the fact that you still have 11 months to lead a happy life before February returns again. You find me pessimistic? Well, consider the fact that I am born in February. How do you like them apples?

Let’s move on to something lighter. Like, the economy for instance. Everyone seems to agree that economy is going to shit, although opinions vary on whether this development should be blamed on the Icelandic krona, the sub-prime loan crises, Icelandic banking methods, post-heavy industry development hang-over, international financial crises, or general shitty luck. Wherever you choose to assign blame, the fact remains that recession and lay-offs are just around the corner. Not much lighter, is it? Well, perhaps I just have not been able to get used to the idea that it’s March already. Hell, the way things are going, I might as well predict this to be the year of permanent February. Cancel that drink, honey! I’ll take the waitand- see approach on any untimely celebrations for now.

As usual, this issue of the Grapevine is full of entertaining and uplifting (!) stories about life on the Devil’s Island. Intellect finally seems to be prevailing in the endless saga of the Reykjavík domestic airport. We look at what lies (or could lie) ahead. The Icelandic Music Awards are soon to be handed out. We talk to the most promising prospects. We also explain the havoc that lays ahead in the continuous soap opera that is (or more accurately, was) the life (and death) of Bobby Fischer. Stay tuned as the story develops.

In addition, we bring give you a detailed account of what to expect in form of art and culture in the coming month. Looks like the only thing that could keep February at bay is a copy of the Grapevine.