I wrote in a zine in my little suburban town put out by arguably the most punk rock kid in our county. It was a glorious exercise and felt like a mini-rebellion. I was dis/heartened when he found me on facebook - he is about to get married and he is all "growns up." It happens to the best of them. I miss that zine. I miss zines in general. #zines
It's funny that I got into zines primarily because of the Internet (I mean, I'd heard of them through Sassy but I never really knew how to get them until I could go online and order them using Paypal) but that the Internet has really taken the steam out of the zine community. The community still exists, but the creative energy once used to put them out has become so diffused by the technology that is so readily available online.
Even so, the zine community - particularly the feminist perzine community of the early 2000s - played such a huge role in my political, personal and artistic development. (I even put out a few of my own.) I would order huge packages of them, then sit in the bathtub and read them, one right after the other. I had no friends who shared my politics or my tastes, and it was wonderful to know that there were people like me out there somewhere. Plus, some of the zines were so good, so smart and well-written that reading them over the years has been like earning a graduate degree in cultural studies. I learned about Judith Butler, Urvashi Vaid, Dorothy Allison, Amber Hollibaugh, bell hooks and about eighteen thousand other artists, critics, academics, writers and activists through the world of zines. My life is that much richer because of them.
I was a zine addict back in the mid-late 90's (I still have a dozen, yellowing Factsheet Five issues), and what mainly attracted to them was their often fearless content. Many zine editors couldn't care less about ad revenue and they just ran whatever they damn well pleased (one favorite was "Murder Can Be Fun," a zine dedicated to real-life freak accidents). I agree that the Internet and blogging killed off the zine as well as the overcrowded zine market that had too little retail distribution. Yet, a zine always has a great sense of being a product of much blood, sweat and tears. #zines
I think that in the age of electronic mass dissemination zines serve the pretty awesome purpose of being local. Blogs can be read anywhere, by anyone, but don't usually feel tied to a specific community or place. Zines can be a really good way for a small community to have its own media, home brewed, specifically tailored, and in a way kind of intimate. To me its sort of like the distinction between recorded and live music- its awesome that my friends record EPs and that I can listen to their music everywhere, and its certainly convenient, but its also really important to me that they play shows and create occasions where we all come together and listen to them. #zines
@ketamineKitty: punk rock girl give me a chance/ punk rock girl let's go slam dance we'll tralvel 'round the world, just you and me punk rock girl
Dodai, how did you know about my secret and passionate love of Dead Milkmen? Next will you kill me with pictures of burrow owls?
@I, Zombie Normal: YES! I knew someone would get it. :)
When I die, that's how I wanna go: stoned and fat and wealthy and sittin' on the bowl.
I love that band so much. My husband was a metal fan all through high school and does not grok my love for TDM but I love him anyway.
The Maritimes have had some awesome bands! Eric's Trip, Thrush Hermit, Sloan, Matt Mays and El Torpedo, The Joel Plaskett Emergency (okay, some of them were from Thrush Hermit). I love the music scene there.
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Even so, the zine community - particularly the feminist perzine community of the early 2000s - played such a huge role in my political, personal and artistic development. (I even put out a few of my own.) I would order huge packages of them, then sit in the bathtub and read them, one right after the other. I had no friends who shared my politics or my tastes, and it was wonderful to know that there were people like me out there somewhere. Plus, some of the zines were so good, so smart and well-written that reading them over the years has been like earning a graduate degree in cultural studies. I learned about Judith Butler, Urvashi Vaid, Dorothy Allison, Amber Hollibaugh, bell hooks and about eighteen thousand other artists, critics, academics, writers and activists through the world of zines. My life is that much richer because of them.
In short, I must read this book. #zines
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Dodai, how did you know about my secret and passionate love of Dead Milkmen? Next will you kill me with pictures of burrow owls?
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When I die, that's how I wanna go: stoned and fat and wealthy and sittin' on the bowl.
I love that band so much. My husband was a metal fan all through high school and does not grok my love for TDM but I love him anyway.
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