Poppin' Perzines

While efforting to build up my twitter page I came across this great website, and a clearly cool person who writes the perzine, "Your Pretty Face is Going to Hell." Thirteen gorgeous looking zines in series, so far. Truly exciting. I might like this site more than Miranda's.

I guess that's what I'm doing. I guess I'm creating a perzine. Learning the lingo and such. I think I've loved zines for a long time, I just didn't realize it. I saw my first zine when I was in high school, working with a bunch of college kids at a movie theatre in Tallahassee, Florida. My boss I think was skimming from the Will Rodgers donation can and shopping at the mall across the street. She was a whispy kind of woman, a mix between Stevie Nix and Kim Carnes. This lady I worked for definitely had Bette Davis eyes.

I was sixteen, working at a United Artists movie theatre after school. I think I made $80 week, and all the popcorn I could eat. It was a cool job, actually. While I was there we had The Lost Boys and Fatal Attraction. We had the Goonies.

Good times.

Me and my friends hung out with the college kids at the theatre. I hung out with college students whenever I could. There was this band I'd listen to this band in their practice room-- they practiced in a storage space. I thought that was cool.

Back to the movies . . .

I popped a lot of corn in one of those giant oil vats that stayed fired up all day, it was like we had to keep the heated the sacred oil of entertainment to stay alive. We popped the corn, and then filled these tall, yellow bags with it and stacked them against the wall. We piled them high. We also drank our weight in soda. I'm sure I have digestive problems because I drank enough pop to file an olympic size swimming pool.

I seem to remember a girl named Veronica-- I remember wanting to be as cool as her. She made stuff. She was into theatre. She was pretty cool. She was a zinester in the 80s. I had no idea what I was looking at, it was a zine without the maga. It was hand written and help together with paste. It was another world to me, and lightyears away from what I knew at the time. I mean, I was listening to The Cure and Depeche Mode and the like, but I was only writing term papers-- not writing because I had to. Well not true. I wrote all the time, and on everything. Writing was like popping my knuckles-- I didn't it habitually. I still have a writer's bump. I'm proud of it. My writer's bump used to have a callus at the center of it that I would nibble on. My callus is gone, and the bump is kind of fading . . .

Zine Reading #3 at Cellar Door

Read from my new zine, Electric Voyager last night at Cellar Door
in Albuquerque. Electric Voyager is my first zine, EVER, based
on my travels. I have a feeling there will be many more in this series,
and I imagine taking submissions, someday!

Zine afterparty on the way!

Keep you eyes peeled for this brand-new blog!