On Poolblood’s latest offering “My Little Room,” Maryam Said spins an unadorned acoustic rumination cataloguing the feelings and behaviours related to the challenges of interacting with a reduced environment. It’s all just a matter of time.

Tea Base has emerged as a defiant space holder for members of Toronto’s Pan-Asian diaspora and an incubator for community activism, all while hawking tea curated by local sommeliers.

Ten years ago, Frosty Valentine left an anthropomorphic mouse-shaped hole in the cartoon industry. Working a thankless grind in the less glamorous recesses of animation recording studios, she burned out on contract work ghost singing for a series of movies and television shows. With no spotlight to call her own, she called it quits, consulted a psychic, and started plotting her return.

The music Anna Yarmamedova makes as Annacetaminophen is automatic and of distant means. Feverish and desolate, the project’s self-titled debut plays out like a horror movie set in a hospital, words and production processed through generative patches Yarmamedova developed on MaxMSP. 

While alien bleeps call out as if through featureless hallways and click tracks build tension like leadened IV drips, the words Yarmamedova invokes through detatched gasps of electronic processing land like echoes from visits with doctors and social workers: “rejection,” “panic,” “light-headed,” “dysphoria.” 

The Music Gallery is taking a field trip. Heading west of its current base at St. George the Martyr Church on John Street, on March 19, the Toronto centre for promoting and presenting innovation and experimentation in all forms of music joins Long Winter to co-curate its final flagship event of its 2015/’16 season at the Great Hall. That also means going home.

Every edition of this season’s Long Winter, we’re releasing a free split seven-inch, each side featuring a song from one of the night’s featured artists. To compliment the releases, we’ve issued a seven-part questionnaire to each of the artists involved, giving the subjects an inch (about 85 words) of space to answer each of our questions.

Pet Sun’s music relishes, values, and evokes garage rock’s social origins: hazy, beer-splattered suburban spaces that are at once detached from and connected to both the domestic and the public. So it seems appropriate that, in advance of their performance at Long Winter tonight (Feb. 19) and the release of their track “Wish It Was” on this month’s split cassette with Pavilion, the Hamilton four-piece answered our seven-inch survey collectively over beers from a cottage this past weekend.