From 1990 to 2001, I was with many who jumped on this "zine revolution" deal, putting out xeroxed stapled tombs for some to review in the pages of Factsheet Five and a bit more to read. Whatever artwork, comics and cultural deconstruction I had in me head was plastered in digest pages and the world was going to pay for it....in more ways than one.
I unconsciously stopped my zine production soon after my third Josie & The Pussycat zine. Reasons for this was that FS5 had folded, 9/11, the main subject in the said Josie zine just died and the internet revolution was spreading sloth among the members of the previous revolution, effecting my readers, my enthusiasm and, finally, myself. Say 'hello' to the new boss, sucker!
Finally, old age and the boredom that cripples you when you move to a small town got the best of me and I returned to the zine-verse with a quarterly zine title named after a cool Swing Out Sister song: TWILIGHT WORLD (zine version). It's a per-zine of random slices of my life and god-knows-what that currently falls into me head. When blog entries get too repetitive and redundant in these overexposed days of the internet, you might as well chuck it, write it down and go broke xeroxing.
To borrow an excuse from Neil Innes, I suffered for my art, now it's your turn.
#18 (left) This and following TW issues goes a zine retro binge by taking a step back to 5 by 8 digest size. Smaller size but more pages, 18 big small ones! This time, two damned Vegas trips are chronicled, proof of Vegas culture is examined as I attended a comic/book fest with an appearance of F. Andrew Taylor and son, see a show by Olivia Newton-John and a rare appearance by Shumuck-O Rat!
#19 (right) Two and 1/2 trips in one zine? It's plausible and this issue made it possable; after saying goodbye to my sister (officially) and washing it all down in Las Vegas, there two weeks in New Orleans to contained with Can one survive Vegas and N'awleans within a couple of months? Read about the carnage and find out
#20 (left) All goes to hell on the back of Santa's sleigh with this 2/3rds X-mas edition of the perzine! Thanks to the US release of Jingle Bells Rocks! doc, my old X-mas music obsession is unleashed with a list of fave holiday albums. Then there my time at a furry con, but that's getting too dramatic.
#21 (right) 20 B&W pages of god-knows-what of the following: two weeks-worth of Mardi Gras in New Orleans with MANY pictures, a comic balls deep into Pulp Fiction and the rest of the 90's (only with fur) and a opening shout out and warning to Dick Vaughn and what was left of the 70's in his wake
#22 (left) In this latest issue of my perzine, I get all homesick on your ass with an issue long trite, My L. A. where I talk about parts of my old hometown. It only gets worse when I go into areas of this urban jungle in detail like Santa Monica, Venice Beach, South Bay and Long Beach (yea, I know the latter isn't really part of L. A., but I was grasping for straws here). There's even slightly more room for a sub-plot: old record stores I use to hang-out and barely remember!
23 (right) Despite the brilliant and angery Marc Schirmeister cover, this is a music issue with yours truly listing some favorite albums since 2000 and old historical parts of 'My L. A., this time in Redondo Beach.
24 (left) A trip to L. A. and to the 2017 Long Beach Zine Fest is chronicled with zines bought and reviewed with some pictures like Tito's Taco menu are taken. This issue is a bit of a transitional milepost as I became a Sub-Genius minister and mentioned in a book about furries called 'Fur Nation'. Two book reviews on and by Harvey Pekar is reviewed.
25 (right) Yet ANOTHER transitional issue featuring a large tomb about friends and former friends dying off leaving behind their vaper trails for the survivors to clean up and bitch about. As a pick-me-up, I pay tribute to Negativland's The Weatherman! (He's still alive, right?!) with a early reprint.
A part two from the previous issue (of sorts); this time the transition is moving physically across the state line into Arizona (note the new address below) and all the crapolla that followed. Then there a new Shmuck-O Rat strip while I visit my old mid-century signage fetish for the covers.
So, what was "life" like before TW #18? For the brave and bored there's TWILIGHTS EARLY GLEAMING #1, a collection of selected scraps from the first 10 issues of this perzine series. Read about how my dreams of working at a record and comic book store were dashed, dealing with extreme Xanadu fans, my young days living in Disneyland's motel ghetto and there's even a Bukowski reference! Feelin' moody yet!?!?
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