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		<title>A Song &amp; A Memory: Caleb Winters</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 03:05:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A song is a key for locked memory boxes. A song can transport you back through time, giving you a chance to relive moments and ideas that occurred back when you first heard that song. A song is not just a song; it is also a story. Death Cab for Cutie &#8211; &#8220;Tiny Vessels&#8221; There <a href="http://the-iceberg.com/2012/02/a-song-a-memory-caleb-winters/"> read more <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>A song is a key for locked memory boxes. A song can transport you back through time, giving you a chance to relive moments and ideas that occurred back when you first heard that song. A song is not just a song; it is also a story.</em><br />
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<font size="5"><a href="http://werenotbroken.com/theiceberg/wp-content/uploads/ASongAndAMemory/06%20Tiny%20Vessels.mp3">Death Cab for Cutie &#8211; &#8220;Tiny Vessels&#8221;</a></font></p>
<p>There has never been a song that has re-told a part of my life better than &#8220;Tiny Vessels&#8221;. I never even thought once that I’d experience anything like what (Ben) Gibbard wrote about in that song. </p>
<p>It’s one thing to listen to a lyrical message and reflect on what the writer is communicating &#8211; in a non-participative way. It’s another thing when those lyrics come alive, and vividly replay an event of your life &#8211; or perhaps even better &#8211; are currently narrating what’s happening in your life right at that moment.<span id="more-972"></span></p>
<p>“<em>This is the moment, that you know, that you told her that you loved her but you don’t. You touch her skin, and then you think: that she is beautiful, but she don’t mean a thing to me</em>.”</p>
<p>Driving up to that girl’s house one night, I started on track one of <em>Transatlanticism</em> by <a href="http://www.deathcabforcutie.com/" target="_blank"><u>Death Cab For Cutie</u></a> (favourite band and album of all time). As the album progressed, and I approached her home, it eventually got to ‘Tiny Vessels’, at which point I fully realized the weight of what I’d done just a few nights before. </p>
<p>“<em>I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking as we moved together in the dark. And all the friends that I was telling; all the playful misspellings&#8230;and every bite I gave you left a mark. Tiny vessels oozed into your neck and formed the bruises that you said you didn&#8217;t want to fade&#8230;but they did, and so did I that day.</em>”</p>
<p>Obviously no two moments are ever the exact same, yet I can certainly relate to it. Sitting on a bench at night on a gorgeous hill about a week before, we were hinting at the fact that something was going on between us. She was beautiful. And when she looked in my eyes and shared that she liked me, I leaned in to kiss her. Why? The beautiful face, the nice body &#8211; all those fleeting things we&#8217;ve all fallen for at some point. We then shared our thoughts and feelings, some of which I spoke out of fear of making the moment awkward by stating how I really felt. And after that moment, something started happening between us that I never had intended. </p>
<p>From that point onward it was me trying to end this ‘relationship’ thing that I never wanted. But how could I? I lied, and now it was a matter of decisions &#8211; was it better to admit what was going on in my mind, or to let the relationship gradually slide until it was nothing? Either way would hurt her. It was something that needed to eventually be said, but this time it wasn’t going to be inside a song; it was face to face, eye to eye. Eventually I would have to own up to my poor choices. </p>
<p>“<em>&#8230;it was vile and was cheap. And you are beautiful, but you don’t mean a thing to me.</em>”</p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><font size="2"><strong>- <a href="http://calebwinters.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank"><u>Caleb Winters</u></a></strong></font><br />
<font size="1"><strong>Photos by Ross Zurowski</font></strong></p>
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		<title>A Song &amp; A Memory: Shawn Clarke</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 03:05:27 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>A song is a key for locked memory boxes. A song can transport you back through time, giving you a chance to relive moments and ideas that occurred back when you first heard that song. A song is not just a song; it is also a story.</em><br />
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<font size="5"><a href="http://werenotbroken.com/theiceberg/wp-content/uploads/ASongAndAMemory/10%20Ballad%20in%20Plain%20D.mp3">Bob Dylan &#8211; &#8220;Ballad in Plain D&#8221;</a></font></p>
<p>Songs remind me of walking, something I spend a lot of time doing. There are many songs that connect me to many cities.  </p>
<p>&#8220;<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=idcaRTg4-fM" target="_blank"><u>River Man</u></a>&#8220;, one of my favorite <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nick_Drake"><u>Nick Drake</u></a> songs, reminds me of stepping through Etobicoke when I first moved to Toronto. When I hear it, I picture nameless factories, busy overpasses, and an empty sandwich shop.<span id="more-961"></span> </p>
<p>My first morning in New York City, 6am, I walked from Port Authority to Central Park. I saw Broadway for the first time, no one around (the city definitely does sleep), the music in my ears was Bob Dylan, <a href="http://lcdsoundsystem.com/main/" target="_blank"><u>LCD Soundsystem</u></a>, <a href="http://www.markberube.com/" target="_blank"><u>Mark Berube</u></a>. &#8220;New York I love you but you&#8217;re bringing me down / Let me die in my footsteps, before I go down under the ground.&#8221;  </p>
<p>A bus trip from Toronto to St. Catherines, sun going down, a newly acquired copy of <a href="http://www.sigur-ros.co.uk/" target="_blank"><u>Sigur Rós</u></a>’ <em>Ágætis byrjun</em>. Tall impersonal buildings staring down at me, empty faces flashing by. </p>
<p>The crazy streets of Chennai, India; the gypsy folk of <a href="http://www.olenkalovers.com/"><u>Olenka and the Autumn Lovers</u></a>. London ON, London UK. Orillia. Amsterdam&#8230;.</p>
<p><font size="6">But one song?</font>  </p>
<p>I&#8217;m walking from my place on Roncesvalles to a record party East of the Dufferin Mall. I&#8217;m almost at Dufferin Grove Park when Bob Dylan&#8217;s &#8220;Ballad in Plain D&#8221; comes on my headphones. A track I&#8217;d heard before, but never really listened to. I was mere steps from the party door, but I couldn&#8217;t leave that song. I&#8217;d never heard such painful honesty. Not a single character leaves that story unscathed including (especially) Dylan himself. At songs end, I still needed a few minutes pause. I looked around Dufferin Grove Park, and with some embarrassment, realized I hadn&#8217;t moved a step in 10 minutes or so. A living statue. I tucked my headphones in my pocket, picked up my copy of &#8220;Them Again&#8221; (which I had dropped somewhere between verses 7 and 9), and headed towards my friends place. A tune that can stop you in your tracks is something rare, indeed.  </p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><font size="2"><strong>- <a href="http://www.facebook.com/umemusic" target="_blank"><u>Shawn Clarke</u></strong></font></p>
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		<title>Brian Ferry: A Second to Pause</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2011 05:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Iceberg has been running for six months now, and we’re ready to shift forward into the next half-year. Being that the art project has reached this midpoint, I thought it necessary to post something that appropriately corresponds with this particular moment&#8230; Brian Ferry, an American currently living in London, runs the site The Blue <a href="http://the-iceberg.com/2011/12/brian-ferry-a-second-to-pause/"> read more <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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The Iceberg has been running for six months now, and we’re ready to shift forward into the next half-year. Being that the art project has reached this midpoint, I thought it necessary to post something that appropriately corresponds with this particular moment&#8230;  </p>
<p>Brian Ferry, an American currently living in London, runs the site <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://bferry.wordpress.com/">The Blue Hour</a></span>. The name refers to the French expression <em>l&#8217;heure bleue</em> &#8211; or twilight. He enchants his site&#8217;s followers with his photographic storytelling and writing that invites you into small, intimate conversation.    </p>
<p>His blog and photography are an escape from the daily grind, a special time caught by an artist who, for a moment, ducks out of the world of routine and into the warm afterglow of candid reality. Under this obscure light and eventide between work and wonder, Brian’s photographs speak slow, each one possessing its own language, each one asking you to pause and formulate a response, each one arresting you within the blue hour.<span id="more-952"></span>      </p>
<p><strong>Some photographers have a metaphorical or a particular way of describing their camera technique. How would you describe yours?</strong></p>
<p>I try not to interfere or fiddle too much – I would describe my camera technique as mindful, quiet, observant and honest.</p>
<p><strong>What was the first impulse that led you to being a photographer? What sorts of things/images do you remember drawing you closer to this art?</strong></p>
<p>When I looked at the work of different photographers, something about certain photographs really struck me and got me really excited and feeling creative. It was usually the simple photos that spoke to me. The images that drew me closer are photos of everyday things, photos that capture the rhythm of a day – light and shadows against a wall, a kitchen scene, a glimpse into a living space. <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.joelmeyerowitz.com/index.html">Joel Meyerowitz</a></span>, <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.sieshoeke.com/artists/uta-barth">Uta Barth</a></span>, <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.303gallery.com/artists/stephen_shore/index.php">Stephen Shore</a></span> were some of my earliest photography heroes, along with many other people whose blogs I followed even before I started taking photography seriously. <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.youngnapark.com/">Youngna Park</a></span> comes to mind – Youngna’s images feel like small meditations to me. I’m glad that we know each other in real life now, too.</p>
<p><strong>What sorts of things do you keep in mind or rules you consider when you take photographs?</strong></p>
<p>I guess there are two things I keep in mind. First, I always want to keep it simple. This is often the hardest thing – simplicity is not easy.</p>
<p>Second, I often take a second to pause when I’m composing a photo through my viewfinder and I think to myself: “Is this image actually interesting to me? Does it trigger some reaction or emotion or feeling?” &#8211; and if the answer is no, I don’t snap the photo.</p>
<p><strong>There’s a lot of care you put into each photo, like a romance within the sound of a shutter’s click or finding the right moment and the right type of light. What’s the most satisfying part about the process of taking a photograph?</strong></p>
<p>For me, the most satisfying part of the process is searching out something to photograph (even if I’m not aware that that’s what I’m doing). Being mindful and looking all around me. In a way, it’s not even about taking a photograph – but living my life and choosing to be aware of my surroundings, taking the time to stop and really look at things. That heightened sense of awareness is so satisfying and fulfilling to me (whether or not I have a camera in my hand).</p>
<p><strong>Each one of your photographs tells a story with simple, casual and soft tones. What details attract your eyes?</strong></p>
<p>Light, shapes, shadows, green things (plants, trees, landscapes), the process of preparing and eating food.</p>
<p><strong>Aesthetically speaking, what has been the biggest difference between shooting in London and parts of Europe and taking photographs in the streets of Brooklyn? What do you miss about living in New York?</strong></p>
<p>So many things in London and Europe seem new and unfamiliar to me, so I think I feel like an outsider or an observer here a bit more, and that affects my photography. Even though I’ve lived here for almost two years now, I still feel like I’m on an extended holiday a little bit – like I’m just traveling through. That keeps things feeling fresh to me.</p>
<p>I miss my friends in New York the most.</p>
<p><strong>You’re also a fan of sports. Now, I’m a Chelsea supporter and there are so many football clubs to choose from in London. Has the charm of the Premier League caught your eye yet? And where are your favourite places to go in London?</strong></p>
<p>Yes, I am a fan of sports – I’m a big baseball fan and a tennis fan.  I have not gotten into the Premier League in the UK, however – it’s just not my thing.</p>
<p>My favorite places to go in London are <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://bferry.wordpress.com/faq">listed</a></span> on my blog. Out of that list, I think my favorite is St. John for eating &amp; drinking, and the Margaret Howell shop for inspiration &amp; browsing (and maybe shopping, if I want to treat myself).</p>
<p><strong>How important is memory in your work? And what is one of your favourite photographs, one that holds a strong and significant memory for you?</strong></p>
<p>I think memory is huge – both in ways that I am aware of and in ways that I don’t even notice.  I definitely take some photos as a conscious effort to remember a moment. Other times, I take a particular photo and I may not realize it, but I later realize that the reason I decided to click the shutter is because there is something there that triggers a memory.</p>
<p>This <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bferry/4884713247">photo</a></span> holds a particular good memory for me.</p>
<p><strong>You mentioned once how photography is a way for you to communicate certain emotions you have at the time. How would you describe the Brian Ferry your photographs expose about you?</strong></p>
<p>This is a tough question to answer! Photography is a way for me to convey a particular emotion sometimes, but that doesn’t mean that when you look at that photo, you will feel the same emotion that I do. My hope is that my photographs have an inherent emotional life; however, the interpretation of that emotion will vary depending on the person looking at the photo and their own life experiences. It’s hard to say what exact emotion may be stirred by a particular photo. It’s so personal – that’s what I love about art.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><font size="2"><strong>- Brian Ferry, <a href="http://bferry.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"><u>The Blue Hour</u></a></font><br />
<font size="1">Photos by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bferry/" target="_blank"><u>Brian Ferry</u></a></strong></p>
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		<title>A Song &amp; A Memory: Lauren Larson of Ume</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 05:55:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A song is a key for locked memory boxes. A song can transport you back through time, giving you a chance to relive moments and ideas that occurred back when you first heard that song. A song is not just a song; it is also a story. Deep Purple &#8211; &#8220;Child in Time&#8221; Some songs <a href="http://the-iceberg.com/2011/11/a-song-a-memory-lauren-larson-of-ume/"> read more <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>A song is a key for locked memory boxes. A song can transport you back through time, giving you a chance to relive moments and ideas that occurred back when you first heard that song. A song is not just a song; it is also a story.</em><br />
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<font size="5"><a href="http://werenotbroken.com/theiceberg/wp-content/uploads/ASongAndAMemory/03%20Child%20in%20Time.mp3">Deep Purple &#8211; &#8220;Child in Time&#8221;</a></font></p>
<p>Some songs are haunting and fear is a good way to make a memory. I was a tiny girl in a small Texas town. My older brother would babysit me and a game of hide-n-seek would always ensue. Making sure every light in the house was on, I&#8217;d stake out my &#8220;top secret&#8221; hiding spot &#8211; mom and dad&#8217;s closet. Struggling so hard not to make a sound, I&#8217;d sit still as a corpse for several minutes &#8211; smiling &#8211; waiting &#8211; confident I won&#8217;t be found this time.<span id="more-940"></span></p>
<p>Then slowly footsteps would creep in; I&#8217;d hear the click of the light switch. Darkness would engulf me.  </p>
<p>Somewhere in the distant living room, I&#8217;d hear the drop of the record needle and the crackle of dust specks on ancient vinyl. The sound of the creeping organ would rise. &#8220;Oh, no! He&#8217;s playing it again!&#8221; The singing started softly &#8211; a gentle &#8220;oooo oooo oooo.&#8221; But I knew better than to be fooled. This wasn&#8217;t a hit by a 60&#8242;s rock band &#8211; this was the anthem of the witches&#8217; ball, the scariest song ever made! </p>
<p>What&#8217;s more, it is an epic 10 minute jam! This means just as the searing guitar solo would come in, I&#8217;d really have to pee. But I was too frozen in fear to move (plus, I couldn&#8217;t give away my hiding spot). Now I&#8217;m trembling like a leaf, and the banshees are really wailing. Don&#8217;t move, Lauren! The entire house seems to be shaking in the pure noise assault being unleashed through the walls. I&#8217;m shaking too. Don&#8217;t move! The song crescendos into even more madness &#8211; there&#8217;s a scream &#8211; &#8220;AHHH AHHH AHHH!&#8221; </p>
<p>Then silence. The song would fade away. I&#8217;d fall asleep. My brother would eventually turn on the lights and find me &#8211; always in the same &#8220;top secret&#8221; hiding spot buried beneath mom&#8217;s clothes.  </p>
<p>I was traumatized by the power of Deep Purple and loved every scared second. People always ask who are my inspirations and always assume the usual suspects &#8211; is it Kim Gordon, maybe Emily Haines? No, just like that 5-year-old hiding in the closet, I long to wail like freakin&#8217; Ian Gillan on &#8220;Child in Time.&#8221;   </p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><font size="2"><strong>- Lauren Larson (vocals/guitar) of <a href="http://www.facebook.com/umemusic" target="_blank"><u>Ume</u></a></strong></font></p>
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		<title>Beneath the Surface of&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2011 11:08:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Beneath the Surface of… looks at the thought process of artists creating art. &#8220;Awake You Sleepers!&#8221; by Will Currie &#038; The Country French The song “Awake, You Sleepers!” comes at the very end of the record. The album is built on recurring musical themes and phrases that eventually culminate into the title track. By the <a href="http://the-iceberg.com/2011/11/beneath-the-surface-of-awake-you-sleepers/"> read more <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>Beneath the Surface of… looks at the thought process of artists creating art.</em></p>
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<p><font size="5"><a href="http://werenotbroken.com/theiceberg/wp-content/uploads/BeneathTheSurfaceOf/14%20Awake%20You%20Sleepers.mp3">&#8220;Awake You Sleepers!&#8221; by Will Currie &#038; The Country French</a></font> </p>
<p>The song “Awake, You Sleepers!” comes at the very end of the record. The album is built on recurring musical themes and phrases that eventually culminate into the title track. By the time you hear the record even just once through, the finale already seems familiar to the listener in a not too obvious way. Some phrases are planted in the forefront of some songs like “The Whale”, “John Denver Haircut”, or “The Harbourmaster’s Daughter” while other allusions to the themes are more subtly placed throughout the record.<span id="more-919"></span> </p>
<p>The lyrics from “Awake, You Sleepers!” are taken from various segments of Bach’s <font size="5"><a href="http://werenotbroken.com/theiceberg/wp-content/uploads/BeneathTheSurfaceOf/Bach%20-%20Sleepers%20Wake.mp3">&#8220;Cantata No. 140&#8243;</a></font> with particular focus on the first two movements. The story is basically that of anticipation, and a long awaited new day. The recurring music and the lyrics go hand in hand as the album is constantly looking forward to what is soon to come. </p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><font size="2"><strong>- Will Currie, piano/vocals for <a href="http://www.thecountryfrench.com/" target="_blank"><u>Will Currie &#038; The Country French</u></a></font></strong><br />
<font size="1"><strong>Music from <a href="http://www.fileundermusic.com/releases/will-currie-the-country-french-awake-you-sleepers/" target="_blank"><em><u>Awake, You Sleepers!</u></em></a></u></font></strong></p>
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		<title>A Song &amp; A Memory: Frank Yang of Chromewaves</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2011 05:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>A song is a key for locked memory boxes. A song can transport you back through time, giving you a chance to relive moments and ideas that occurred back when you first heard that song. A song is not just a song; it is also a story.</em><br />
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<font size="5"><a href="http://werenotbroken.com/theiceberg/wp-content/uploads/ASongAndAMemory/02%20Losing%20My%20Religion.mp3">R.E.M. &#8211; &#8220;Losing My Religion&#8221;</a></font></p>
<p>As the pop culture media machine and basic arithmetic tells us, 1991 was 20 years ago and represented a musical year zero in many senses. The dawn of grunge, the death of hair metal, the birth of alternative nation, the year punk broke; not a bad time to be 16 years old and just discovering the world of music outside the boundaries defined by MuchMusic. And yet for me, the defining song of that era and my musical awakening didn&#8217;t open with a choppy, ascending guitar riff and the stomp that sold a million Boss DS-1 distortion pedals or feature a video with anarchist cheerleaders (though they were memorable in their own right). No, it was a simple melodic line played on a mandolin, of all the unfashionable instruments; it was R.E.M.&#8217;s &#8220;Losing My Religion&#8221;.<span id="more-913"></span> </p>
<p>To be fair, it got to me well before Nirvana ever had a chance to. If memory serves, my older brother came back from a road trip to Florida that Spring with a handful of cassette singles (cassingles, as they were called), most of which were forgettable (Bingoboys, anyone?) but one of which &#8211; the one with a behatted Michael Stipe on its cover looking downcast &#8211; made a lasting impression. Not necessarily in a scales-falling-from-eyes sense, but the way in which it was musically immediate and memorable yet lyrically compelling and inscrutable was just about perfect for an insecure kid looking for something slightly pretentious to build an adolescent identity around. And for that year and many to come, that would be R.E.M. Not just the band and their music, but the strange and mysterious world from which they came &#8211; remember that the internet was still many years away and contemporaries and influences referenced in interviews and articles were nigh on impossible to learn more about from the suburbs of Toronto. Never mind the fact that the sounds of &#8217;80s American college rock would be a taste I wouldn&#8217;t acquire for many years yet.</p>
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<p>Choosing R.E.M. as my standard entering the cultural battleground that is high school wasn&#8217;t the easiest thing; there was some taunting from the Metallica faction (recall that the black album was also a 1991 artifact), grunge would prove to be far more the common musical tongue and easy conversation topic than folk-rock and the number of arty/sensitive girls who were impressed by my discerning tastes was approximately zero. But I didn&#8217;t choose <em>Out Of Time</em> to soundtrack my life for indie cred; that it would be the gateway drug that would introduce me to an entire world of independent and alternative music was something I&#8217;d only fully appreciate with the benefit of time and hindsight. But for 1991, I loved that it had mainstream appeal, that it topped the charts, would take home multiple Grammies and put the band on many magazine covers, of which I bought as many as I could. It was validating.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s not possible to overstate the importance of this song, this album, this band &#8211; their music didn&#8217;t save my life, but it did give me something to build it around. And so of course, I&#8217;ve taken them entirely for granted in recent years. That&#8217;s what you do with the pillars of your reality, after all.  &#8216;d actually been having some difficulty choosing a song to write about for this piece but with R.E.M. suddenly calling it a day last month, after 31 years of making music and while everyone was talking as if &#8220;Smells Like Teen Spirit&#8221; was the only song that mattered in 1991, it became instantly obvious what my song should be. What it had to be. I eschewed doing any kind of R.E.M. farewell post on my blog; instead I&#8217;ll do this.</p>
<p>Michael, Mike, Peter and Bill &#8211; thank you.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><font size="2"><strong>- Frank Yang, music writer &#038; founder of <a href="http://www.chromewaves.net/" target="_blank"><u>Chromewaves</u></a></strong></font><br />
<font size="1"><strong>Photos by Carrie Musgrave (1) &#038; Lauren Schreiber-Sasaki (2, 3)</font></strong></p>
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		<title>Static Zine</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 09:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Nomenclature is the manner in which names are assigned. We collect names and titles and then we reveal the story behind that name. Coming up with a name is probably the hardest thing Static Zine has gone through so far. There were months of back-and-forths of how words feel. One person takes a word different <a href="http://the-iceberg.com/2011/10/static-zine/"> read more <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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Coming up with a name is probably the hardest thing <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://staticzine.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Static Zine</a></span> has gone through so far. There were months of back-and-forths of how words feel. One person takes a word different than another, how does that work? But it does. Names are the first impression, that special hook, and they also help steer where the project goes. Words were thrown around in conversation, organized in magnets-on-refrigerator fashion, chalked on a chalkboard, emailed, written throughout notebooks.<span id="more-899"></span></p>
<p>Static came when I heard the lyric, “Blinking lights are guiding you away / Static voices telling you to stay” in the <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.junip.net/" target="_blank">Junip</a></span> song <a href="http://werenotbroken.com/theiceberg/wp-content/uploads/ASongAndAMemory/Junip_ItsAlright.mp3"><font size="5">“It&#8217;s Alright”</a></font>. I liked that static voices were telling people to stay, and thought that fitting for a collaborative zine based around a place. “Static Voices” didn’t work for us, but Static was quick, electrifying and a little eccentric. Paired with Static Zine, it flowed off the tongue, everyone was fine with it and we pushed forward.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><font size="2"><strong>- Jessica Lewis, editor/writer for <a href="http://roundletters.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"><u>RoundLetters</u></a> and <a href="http://staticzine.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"><u>Static Zine</u></a></font></p>
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		<title>Sylvie Smith: Hand Drawn Hymns</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Oct 2011 05:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sylvie Smith’s life is woven through with music and visual imagery and with the fruits of their mutual force. Smith splits her time between making music, selling music, or translating music and bands into pictures. Some hours Smith spends singing and lending rhythms and melodies to multiple bands (Evening Hymns, The Magic, The Pale Mornings). <a href="http://the-iceberg.com/2011/10/sylvie-smith-hand-drawn-hymns/"> read more <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.sylviesmith.com/" target="_blank">Sylvie Smith</a></span>’s life is woven through with music and visual imagery and with the fruits of their mutual force. </p>
<p>Smith splits her time between making music, selling music, or translating music and bands into pictures. Some hours Smith spends singing and lending rhythms and melodies to multiple bands (<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.eveninghymns.com/" target="_blank">Evening Hymns</a></span>, <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=7885172450" target="_blank">The Magic</a></span>, The Pale Mornings). Other hours she passes at the legendary Toronto record store <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.soundscapesmusic.com/" target="_blank">Soundscapes</a></span> – both behind the register and as the designer and curator of the vivid, playful displays that decorate the store’s windows. Smith also dedicates precious hours to creating unique, signature gig posters for bands and musicians.</p>
<p>The Iceberg talked with Smith about sketching, the “tension” between innovation and expectation, and the trial and error of creating music and art – and art about music.<span id="more-887"></span></p>
<p><strong>Which came first for you – illustration or being a musician? And how does being a musician complement your work as an illustrator and vice versa?</strong></p>
<p>Well, way back in the beginning, drawing came first. But “being a musician” came before “being an illustrator” &#8211; I started playing in bands in high school, well before I decided to pursue a degree in art.  In fact, “illustration” as a career goal didn’t properly solidify for me until a few years ago. But being a musician has absolutely helped me with my illustration because I have made tons of gig posters and used them as a forum for working out different approaches and techniques. And, conversely, I can draw any posters or t-shirt designs the band needs or wants and that’s really fun, too.</p>
<p><strong>What other activities, which help extend your love for drawing and music, interest you?</strong></p>
<p>Well I don’t know how directly anything I do extends my love for drawing and music. It’s more that those things become a reflection of my lifestyle or my state of mind. But things I love to do in general include cooking (and eating) especially with other people, sewing, amusement parks, and being outside.  In fact, the act of just “being outside” and finding the perfect conditions in which to enjoy that feeling, might be one of my favourite things ever, but you might not guess that about me because I’m not what you’d call “outdoorsy.”</p>
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<p><strong>How do you compose your illustrations for band/gig posters? And how do you decide on which images to use?</strong></p>
<p>Well first I just kind of look at the band’s album artwork, website, etc., and just get a sense for their general aesthetic. This may never actually translate into the final artwork but it’s where I start looking for inspiration. Sometimes though, elements of their look will find themselves literally transplanted into what I draw. Like when I did a <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.sylviesmith.com/2009/02/bruce-peninsula/" target="_blank">poster</a></span> for <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.bruce-peninsula.com/" target="_blank">Bruce Peninsula</a></span> &#8211; their album cover was a photo of a bunch of sticks and the poster ended up being basically a whole bunch of sticks or logs. Anyway I just come up with some imagery, sometimes literal sometimes not, and then I draw it. I don’t bother too much with layout at this point because the next step is to scan all the drawings into Photoshop and move them around and re-scale them until they look right. Then I add the colour.</p>
<p><strong>Music illustrations are tricky because you have to take into consideration the musician/band and their music itself, and at the same time, be motivated by how the music affects you on a personal level. What’s the most difficult aspect about your artwork?</strong></p>
<p>To be honest the hardest part is the tension I feel between wanting to be true to the particular musician’s already existing artwork, and my desire to create something new and something that feels like my own. This is more an issue with window displays actually which I do for Soundscapes, because those are specifically promoting an album and are basically adaptations from the cover art for a 3D space. But the issue still exists with posters and t-shirts because I’ve been struggling to find a voice or a “style” that’s really my own and that I feel confident with.</p>
<p><strong>What would you say are the fundamental similarities between the art of music and the art of illustration?</strong></p>
<p>Hmm&#8230; well in my experience they’re both dependent on trial and error. Lately I haven’t been focusing on writing music, but when I have done so in the past it’s a complex series of “let’s just try this and see what happens” until you come up with something you like. It’s the same with illustration for me &#8211; I just come up with a random idea and try it. That’s why all my posters look so different. Eventually I hope to narrow down my experimentation to perfecting smaller aspects of a cohesive method. I think I feel the same way about writing songs.</p>
<p><strong>Nature and interior settings recur as themes in your work. What kind of images are you drawn to?</strong></p>
<p>Yeah that’s true. I guess I like focusing on small or close-up things. I’ve never had any luck with landscapes, and people are tricky. I like drawing people a lot, but it’s harder to get them to stay still than, say, a chunk of old pipe or a bush or something. Not that I don’t draw from photos (aka Google searches) all the time. I do. I have a real fascination with interiors of old buildings and all their weird old obsolete guts. I’d love to do a series on just wires crossing.</p>
<p><strong>What about the use of typography and colours? What sorts of things do you keep in mind when you create artwork that’s going to be hanging at record stores or someone’s home?</strong></p>
<p>As far as typography, I’ve never gotten into using computer fonts. Some people are fabulous at integrating type and hand-drawn imagery, but I’ve always felt like my posters harmonize best when the type is hand-drawn as well. Sometimes I’ll use an existing typeface and draw from that, or I’ll just use my own handwriting.  I’ve tried a lot of different hand-drawn typefaces to varying levels of success. The colours are rarely planned. Occasionally I’ll work within a palette based on someone’s album art or something, but usually it’s trial and error. I tend to favour pastels and what I think of as “sweet &amp; sour” colours&#8230; the kind of colours that are saturated but not bright&#8230; maroons and dark teals and a lot of chocolate brown.</p>
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<p><strong>What images come to mind when you listen to your band’s (Evening Hymns) music? And how would you describe your own aesthetic?</strong></p>
<p>Hmm listening to our band is not something I do very often! Of course I hear the songs a lot because we play them and I know them inside and out, but by now it’s so second nature&#8230; It’s less images with Evening Hymns and more a sense of light and darkness. I struggle a lot with how to develop artwork for Evening Hymns. Being so close to a project means I have trouble seeing it from the outside, getting a sense of what kind of imagery suits the music. Obviously nature is a recurring theme but there’s something darker and also sweeter about it that’s hard to capture.</p>
<p><strong>How long does it take for you to create a poster? And how would you describe your ideal workroom?</strong></p>
<p>I try to keep posters down to two days max. I could spend 40 hours on one poster, easy, but I would lose my mind. Sometimes people think that because a gig poster is relatively disposable and short-lived, that it should be whipped off in a few hours, but I can’t create a finished piece that I’m happy with that quickly. It’s a long process.</p>
<p>Right now I work in the front room of my apartment. It’s really sunny and the windows look out on the street, which keeps things interesting (especially in Parkdale).  But it’s a bit cramped. Ok, a lot cramped. Ideally I would have separate workspaces; a desk for the computer, with an actual ergonomic chair (I use a wooden straight-backed chair and that has to stop!), and I’d also have a huge drawing table within view of my computer screen but not at the computer table. Then there’d be a light table that could stay put instead of being dragged in and out of the closet. I’d have a lot of deep shelves to store paper and completed drawings on. And there would be a sink in the same room so washing ink brushes wouldn’t take a trek to the kitchen. Lots of light, and a sound system that isn’t my computer’s speakers. If I had more space I know for certain I’d be making more interesting work. I’d like to start painting again. It’s a real conundrum because I can’t afford to rent a studio, but at the same time I think my career would benefit from having one.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><font size="2"><strong>- Sylvie Smith, <a href="http://www.sylviesmith.com/" target="_blank"><u>illustrator</u></a> &#038; <a href="http://www.eveninghymns.com/" target="_blank"><u>musician</u></a></font></strong></p>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2011 05:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Beneath the Surface of… looks at the thought process of artists creating art. &#8220;Flickering Flashlight&#8221; by Adam &#038; The Amethysts The title track is about struggling to keep focused on positivity and positive relationships and not giving up on a goal or on your own happiness when you&#8217;re stuck in a time of uncertainty or <a href="http://the-iceberg.com/2011/10/beneath-the-surface-of-flickering-flashlight/"> read more <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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<p>The title track is about struggling to keep focused on positivity and positive relationships and not giving up on a goal or on your own happiness when you&#8217;re stuck in a time of uncertainty or in a rut or whatever.<span id="more-869"></span> </p>
<p>You&#8217;re alone and keep shaking it awake and whacking your flashlight in the dark with the hopes that it won&#8217;t go out for good before you have your chance to find that thing you&#8217;re looking for. I also am just a sucker for alliteration, as evinced by my first album title (<em>Amethyst Amulet</em>), and several of my song titles. But I thought that this metaphor described well what I consider to be an important overarching theme of the record. It describes that struggle to keep that light of optimism or focus on true priorities going as best you can in dark times, but also learning not to be afraid of the darkness either. Darkness can be extremely worthwhile. It&#8217;s supposed to be an optimistic record.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><font size="2">- <strong>Adam Waito (guitar/vocals) of <u><a href="http://adamandtheamethysts.com//" target="_blank">Adam &#038; The Amethysts</a></u></strong></font><br />
<font size="1"><strong>Photos by <a href="http://www.celia-perrin-sidarous.com/" target="_blank"><u>Celia Perrin Sidarous</u></a></u></a></font></strong></p>
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		<title>A Song &amp; A Memory: Adam Waito</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2011 04:45:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A song is a key for locked memory boxes. A song can transport you back through time, giving you a chance to relive moments and ideas that occurred back when you first heard that song. A song is not just a song; it is also a story. Misfits &#8211; &#8220;Skulls&#8221; My cooler older cousin put <a href="http://the-iceberg.com/2011/10/a-song-a-memory-adam-waito/"> read more <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>A song is a key for locked memory boxes. A song can transport you back through time, giving you a chance to relive moments and ideas that occurred back when you first heard that song. A song is not just a song; it is also a story.</em><br />
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<font size="5"><a href="http://werenotbroken.com/theiceberg/wp-content/uploads/ASongAndAMemory/Skulls.mp3">Misfits &#8211; &#8220;Skulls&#8221;</a></font></p>
<p>My cooler older cousin put this song on a mixtape for me when I was in grade 6. I would walk around the schoolyard listening to it on my walkman thinking it was so cool, and thinking that I was so cool for having it on my walkman. I knew with utmost certainty that I was the only kid at St. Vincent&#8217;s Elementary School in Thunder Bay, Ontario with that song on his walkman.<span id="more-878"></span> </p>
<p>For me, a horror fanatic since I was way too young to watch horror films, the fact that there was this band that had written all of these amazingly catchy and badass songs inspired by horror movies&#8230; this was earth-shattering for me. I had no idea that music could be that cool. And aside from having ridiculously childish and disgusting, macabre lyrics, and a really catchy tune and cool sort of dark attitude about it, I felt, and still feel, that there&#8217;s something genuinely melancholic and tragic about that song (aside from little girls&#8217; heads being hacked off and mounted on some creep&#8217;s wall being tragic). It still makes me feel emotional today.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><font size="2"><strong>- Adam Waito (guitar/vocals) of <a href="http://adamandtheamethysts.com/" target="_blank"><u>Adam &#038; The Amethysts</u></a></strong></font><br />
<font size="1"><strong>Photos by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ming2046/tags/adamtheamethysts/" target="_blank"><u>Ming Wu</u></a></u></a></font></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><font size="5"><u><a href="http://the-iceberg.com/2011/10/flickering-flashlight-by-adam-the-amethysts/">Read &#8220;Flickering Flashlight&#8221; by Adam &#038; The Amethysts</a></u></p>
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