Lance Schibler grew up in the cold, hard-scrabble desolation of Thunder Bay and Iqaluit, Nunavut. “Schibler” as you may have guessed, is not an Inuit name. And “Lance” is something you threw at a seal, or perform on a boil. Needless to say, then, that Lance was a bit of an outcast. But it taught him the valuable life lessons of perseverance, optimism, hard work and running very fast from Eskimo bullies. “Schibler-the-dribbler”, as he was known on the snow mobile trails, eventually ran far away to the bright lights and tall buildings of Toronto where he studied jazz at Humber College. Yeah, we know what you’re thinking; “How the hell did he go from Nunavut to jazz?” Well, let’s just say The Dribbler’s jazz skills aren’t quite as good as his soap stone carving. As such, he ended up at London’s Fanshawe College, studying Engineering. He returned to Toronto, this time as an audio engineer, landing on the doorstep of Imprint Music. It was the middle of winter, and everyone was cold. Lance gutted the belly of a bull seal that happened to be in the studio for foley work, and everyone climbed inside to keep warm and weather a particularly bad storm that day. Later that night, Fraser ate the seal, and Lance chewed each person a beautiful pair of Muk-Luks. He’s been with us ever since.