browneyepie columns 12.31.2007

12.31.2007

CASEY
---------------- I am fucking proud to be a columnist of browneye pie. when i was just getting into punk around year 16 browneye pie was there, i could go to it, and see what cool shows were going on in town. great place for a first heads up. I remember reading articles from muskegon punk heros such as Derek Nothing and DFJ. I remember reading an column of sock's talking about how stealing from movie theatres was fun. I remember that night, I was with Scott Jensen and we went to go see soem shitty movie, and Monkey Mike and Him where there in front of us. shit I am rambling on. I just wanted to say, this fucking shit must never die. As long as there are punks in the Muskegon areas, browneye pie will live! In the upcoming fall and winter months, I hope to get this site, fully running back to its glory days allong with a bi monthly television series, full of local band interviews and much more that will be sceduled to run on our local government access channel. The name will be something like Browneyepie presents: Youth attack! or something of the nature. anyways thanks for reading and heres my column:

Fade into the background and be an observant, and wish until your death all the things you could be, or BE them. Be what you want to see. Shake off that perma-sleep, that groggyness that makes you feel like you're never really moving, just floating along. A never ending lazy river, paying to float down a stream of self pity and apathy, till eventually you drown under it all and it all goes black. NOTHING. Hazed over your eyes till it's too late to snap out of it. Full of life or death? What is in yourself? And who determines who is alive? YOU should. What those before you say means shit. SHIT is NOTHING. You are morality, you are rules, you are right, you are wrong. Examine who is infiltrating your head. Is anyone? Is it individuals, or a time tested (or new trend) of code of conduct that you are felt obliged to abide by? Shake off obligations, do what is right for YOU! What is that? Spend some time alone, spend some time with others, and free yourself from conditioned poisons that seep in and alter you from making your own decisions. Get away from TV, movies, newspapers, books... Go out into the woods, go into a desolate area (if you can find one in 2007) and find out what it means to be _____YOUR NAME HERE_______. Search out the best for you and clutch onto it and live it and keep your mind open to the idea that that might change! Don't let friends frustrate you. You expect so much and you feel let down, but you CAN NOT GIVE UP! YOU CAN'T!!! As much as you feel completely used and steamrolled and betrayed, you have to keep believing and trying. Searching for "the perfect friends" is selfish to what youhave in front of you and makes you look beyond the amazing aspects right there! Why do we do this as humans? Why search for what is the (supposedly) the best instead of loving what we have? Why is the grass ALWAYS greener? And when you know that you should treasure what you have, you find things you don't have. These things could be so miniscule and less important than the things you have, but you find reason to be unhappy. Romantic ideas stick in your head of afternoons, gloomy as ever, but joyous in that you are gathering and beating it. But the silences make you wonder, and your lack of enthusiasm scares you. Why are we always doubting? Why are we always unsatisfied; what is this? What can we do to finally be where we want to be? What kind of option is NO OPTIONS? We have all the options RIGHT HERE. In these hands that type away. In these brain waves that signal the body. In this heart or soul or whatever you want to call it that feels these things. No control is NO OPTION. Refuse to believe that it is not yours. Do something active right now, and every hour. Keep the mind moving, get air circulating to it and empower yourself. Find alternatives and refuse the notion that your life is someone else's. And challenge college, drugs, police, governments, charities, and all of the institutions that take away from individual power and that restrain. When do we see the chains? And when do we break them off?
LIFE would be so easy to not see the chains. To be oblivious to the confinement. And this confinement is not of U.S. torturing of alleged "terrorists", it is not genital mutilation in the "third world", but it is also not the peak of living, to say the least. In comparison it is so minor, but how minor is life completely not yours? Freedom of speech is there, until you are too threatening, ("threatening" to be determined by them to their benefit and your cost...) but is this just a larger illusion and taking away from what could ultimately be self empowerment. More room, more space to roam around on the leash and thus more illusion and contentment not to question. Illusion that we can do whatever we want. But shouldn't we try to reach the end of the leash. We should be striving for the best. We should be using every breath for the positive, for supreme togetherness and fighting thru struggles and taking the best that there is and sharing it. What keeps us from doing exactly what seems like the best, of stretching that fucking leash, of snapping it, and why imagine ourselves in others' bodies, in others' lives that are supposedly so much more exciting and fulfilling??? Why torture ourselves? Today it should stop, but will it? Will we just keep going on like "normal" and doubt ourselves over and over and over. Masturbate away every possible action and keep stuck to the ground, never breaking free and saying that we took hold of every thing we could possibly imagine as being worthwhile and productive and good in our lives. Watch it all pass by, and die. Nothing left. Only the regret. The horrible regret before it all goes black. And nothing is there. Blank. Black. Silence. Not even silence. Just nothing. The cord is pulled. Breath stops. No fade. Cut to ____________-------------------------------------------XXX

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ATTENTION DEFICIT DISASTERS

It's great that browneyepie is back, but online zines are too lazy. I think that Browneyepie in print is vital, as are more paper zines. I have been struggling with mine for so long, hating almost everything i write, and driving my knotted brain to teeth gnashing frustrations!!! Computers are so convenient and efficient, but that doesn't equal quality or even cool in my book. Don't get computer obsessed and forget about hold-in-your-hands literature and music, there are a ton of amazing zines, books and records coming out these days! Port City Punx, Fruitport Political Punk Crew, all SXE warriors (you 2 rebels!), stay fucking pissed and proud! Look for Direct Impact #5 someday soon(?)!
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CAN'T EVER GET mE dOWN - (failed cut #1; DIRECT IMPACT archives) Stop doubting this existence and drifting along. Dreaming as if there's some other magical key. That will turn over a lock and give way to true bliss and happiness. Upon deeper thought and closer examination, you discover that you have this chance right now and that you have a lot of privilege and opportunity. You can seize it and take control and empower your self or you can dream about another life that will never happen, because you are you, and when you breathe your last breaths, don't expect anything afterwards because that's it. Black. Nothing. There is no magical fun-land with seitan pizzas covered in nutritional yeast cheez waiting for you. You have to take the time and prepare your own pizzas, work hard, and wait for your crust to rise. Lots of effort to steal the ingredients, then mixing it together, then waiting. And isn't it great that it was by your hands? You did it, and though those products exist in supermarkets that stand for the kin of "progress" that you know is indeed a sign of the deploring of our beautiful forests, lakes, and all the glory that is mothernature, you take advantage of it and take from the bastards. You will fucking burn out fast if you refuse to strike the flaws of the system we must live in. If we don't actively seek out loopholes EVERY DAY we risk being a little bit closer to fading out & disapearing into the masslessness and facelessness that is society. So many hardcores that i know and once thought to be true forever sink to this intense pressure; very few can hold their ideals and rebel and stubbornly and boldly uphold what they know is right for them, constructive and productive. What once rang so true in many ears is forgotten and substituted with jobs, "maturity", and jaded feelings suffocate and disintrigate most or all of their previous fire. This shit can depress you fast, but you have to take what good you can from your previous warriors. I don't know whether to hang onto any hope or to just purely take all the good you can. This is a mental struggle/dilemna in this here head. Soon the mass of people will become only one giant face, no expression, no passion, no emotion, just stark bland nothing. Which is death. Nothing. No afterlife, no tasting of all juices that put smiles on faces and represent the pricelessness that is living your own individual life. And you can watch the movies and live vicariously thru actors and actressess' roles and let them represent you, and dream of fucking them, or befriending them, or fighting them, or there are alternatives: Pick yourself up, write something, draw something, shout something, stand for something, destroy something, build something, make a statement. And make that statement loudly.

-------------- CORTNEE --------------

A friend of mine does a zine called '7 Inches to Freedom' (check it out!) in which he includes his friend's stories of their first records. The stories intrigued me, always being really interesting to see where, why, and how people got into the music they love. These stories inspired me to write one of my own.
My introduction into the world of vinyl loving madness happened when I was around 15. Up until that point, I was a tech-savvy compact disc/mp3 burning queen. The first record I ever purchased that I could call my own was the, by now classic release from Ebullition, Spitboy/Los Crudos split LP. Flipping through a distro at a local show, the cover caught my eye, & upon picking it up & realizing it was a split between two bands I was getting into, I had to have it.
The Spitboy side of the record will be the main focus of this, since that is the side of the record that blew me away & was much more inspirational to me at the time. Don't get me wrong, I loved & still do love Los Crudos, but as an eager 15 year old girl in the sausage fest of punk rock, I needed the outlet that only a band like Spitboy could give me at the time.
So, as the show came to a halt & we drove the hour back to our small hometown, I eagerly anticipated putting this record on the turntable & reading along to the lyrics. Upon returning to a friend's house, I dropped the needle & the first sounds of Spitboy came to my ears.
This band was like nothing I'd ever heard. All-female, incredibly powerful & driving punk, with vocals that are sometimes yelled, screeched, or hauntingly sung; this was an obvious inpiration to a young girl into punk. Opening the booklet inside, seeing the cover with the photobooth pictures of the members of the band, reading the lyrics & the explanations which were pure poetry, reading the individual band member's pages of sometimes simple, sometimes angry, always passionate messages to the world; all of this combined to open a door I didn't know existed. With song titles like 'What are little girls made of?', 'Emaciation', 'You and Me and the Art of Being a Woman', I couldn't help but feel like this band was speaking to me on a much more personal level than any band had before, outside of Bikini Kill (who are/were just as inspirational).
'As I starve myself to death to feed your image. But size won't really matter when a body's wasted away. And headstones on graves never list a person's weight.' Such empowering lyrics really made me feel less alone.
Not to mention learning, from the explanation of 'What are little girls made of?', where the typical baby boy/baby girl colors of pink & blue actually come from historically. In medieval times, during the plague outbreaks, it was believed the disease was the work of the devil. Infants were very susceptible to the disease, & so were wrapped in different colored cloth each night. Either blue or red, determined by gender. Red is the color of the devil & was the color chosen for baby girls. The sons were swathed in blue to keep them safe. Baby girls were sacrificed if necessary. Its really interesting to learn where traditions like these come from & to take that knowledge further to decide if its fucked up to continue with them or not. Acquiring knowledge is one of the determining factors for me in being involved in something like punk/hardcore, & finding a record that can pass on knowledge like this via insert is absolutely crucial.
And, as I write this five years after discovering them, with Spitboy still blaring from my speakers in my little bedroom, I continue to be as inspired as I was back then. Never underestimate the power of slabs of vinyl played at ridiculously high volumes and cut & pasted pieces of paper, pictures, and poetry to spark the fire inside a girl's heart.

--------------------------------------------------------- DEREK FUCKING JONES -----------------------------------------------------------
But can a hairy woman have a silky smooth soul? Will she die of heat stroke from excessive ballroom dancing in her very own body mink? Whatever the case, there will be a bald man who loathes her.
(whatever the html code is for really big bold font) greater than less than symbol LIVE IN WEST MICHIGAN? CANT LIVE WITHOUT PUNK? BECOME A BROWNEYEPIE COLUMNIST!!!!!!!!!!!!! email greeze ( grreze put yr email here im too drunk and dont remmebr it) (greezus@gmail.com -greeze)

--------------- KEVIN ---------------
the rebirth of browneyepie columns how many times is muskegon gonna die get pissed on, lit on fire then put out with more pee.
muskegon, we got the best crack, thats what i hear anyways from every crackhead i run into these days from all over the country.There are a number of different calibure bars for the of age and not of edge., dance clubs and bar bands just aint my cup of tea i guess. there are some cool punk kids running around town, but there is a not so cool dance club that opened downtown, hip hop oreiented or so i hear, fuck that shit all together, exstacy is FOR FAGGOTS.there dosent seem to be much wall art around these days, a few scribbles here and there but nothing worth mentioning. outside of vandalism though, muskegon is always tearing something down and putting something up, one of the places that used to be full of dead pigeoons and bums, piles of shit, and the occational wall scribble is now a furniture store with brand new everything down to the bricks near the front door. the boys in blue are still doing there job from what my eyes tell me, the
blackies on the corner still seem to sell enough crack and dope to survive and pay there court fines but not enough to actualy get outa this hell hole of a town or live without the goverments aid. i saw a whore on east broadway not a bad trick, good looking actualy but it's not my thing to fuck whores on east broadway, acourding to big dave this dude in kent city corrections muskegon is full of aids infested whores, others in the caffiteria konkerd that muskegon has nothing to offer in the ways of whores. on a lighter note baker colledge is moving downtown right next to the ex pigion shit filled building known as the century club, some kinda world class cooking colledge or something so thats cool a night club and a colledge, and the best crack in the world. the water is as blue as it ever was all up and down the coast of lake michigan . welcome back browneyepie collumnist and readers eat shit and die
fall is the best walking time, shit it's just the best time all together. transvestite show in the near future is what i hear on the sidewalk
ps kids getting senior pictures in the ice pick alley are retarted and amussingly conterdicting to the walls they come to photograph as a backdrop.

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PHILL MEEH
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Hey, this is the one and only Phillmeeh reporting from Grand Haven for the one and
only BROWNEYE(motha fuckin)PIE. First off, I'm way fucking stoked to be a part of
this because i have been a long time reader and always wanted to be a part of it,
and now i am! I'm here to keep you informed and up to date on all the Grand Haven
news like raging frat boy parties, how long the wait time is to get into the Kirby
Grill on a Saturday night, and who got arrested at the latest Hornets Nest Raid.
haha, damn, I'm just really stoked that B.E.P. is going to be back up and running.
Thanks to all those responsible for this. As far as shows go, i went to a hip hop
show in Ann Arbor a few weeks back because KRS One was playing. Shit was dope for
real. A local emcee named Magestik Legend from Detroit opened up the show, and he
has a very good set. Lots of great things to say and lots of energy. check the links
at the bottom of my column to hear some good shit. After Magestik played, Finale
came up with another emcee, i didn't like her as much, but Finale kept it real.
After him, a group played who i didn't dig all that much, then KRS One played, and
it was just insane. Everyone went nuts man. That whole room was just shaking, and
KRS had complete control on everything. He dropped a bunch of freestyles and
accapellas, it was just amazing. If you ever ever ever get a chance to see KRS live,
fuckin do it, seriously. While he was playing, he invited a local emcee from Detroit
named One Be Lo on stage to spit some of his stuff. One Be Lo was supposed to play
but because of time issues, didn'tdidnt get a chance, but KRS invited him on stage
to play anyway. One Be Lo has some crazy good stuff. He has very very awesome things
to say, and you just seriously need to hear it for yourself. Again, check the links
at the bottom to find out more about some local emcees. On October 12th at The D.A.A.C. in Grand Rapids , a group
named The Wisemen performed. If you enjoy The Wu-Tang Clan, then i know you
would have enjoy The Wisemen. Bronze Nazareth is one of the Emcees in the group and also
the main producer of their songs, and has produced many songs for pretty much all
solo memebers of The Wu, and is a part of The Wu-Tang Killah Bees(wu family). I
could explain all of this for hours and go way into depth, but i won't. Just believe
me when i say that this show was awesome!!!! Support and experience
real hip hop and not that watered down bullshit you see on t.v. or hear on the
radio. REAL SHIT! More info on the shows can be found at http://thedaac.org/

peace--phillmeeh

http://www.myspace.com/phillmeehspits
http://www.myspace.com/finale
http://www.myspace.com/magestiklegend
http://www.myspace.com/onebelo
http://www.myspace.com/detroitwisemen

and yes, myspace will control the world. if you want a real copy in your hand, i
could make you a mix. contact me.

--------- Travis ----------

Wow brown eye pie back again. Never thought I would see myself doing columns again. Thanks for forcing me to do this Casey. Its really important that we keep things like online 'zines going because its one of the only true places where everyone can get a voice, and everyone can voice their opinion. Its something that is so easily accessible. I didn't really know what to write about, so I thought I would start with a lighter topic. Maybe we can get into the heavy stuff next week. Hot and heavy. In show reviews, it was a good weekend as far as I hear. Friday night was The Wisemen and friends at the DAAC. Some real good hip hop shit. One of the more impressive acts was Zhao-Ski the Prodigy, some real good political shit, something really to say. The Wisemen themselves where really cool, Bronze Nazareth is such a good wordsmith. Its not so much the words he says, but they way he puts them together is so cool. Then the next night I think was the Loaded for Bear CD release party at the mall. From what I heard it was a hilarious and totally awesome time. Im sure it was, I got to stay in Muskegon. In a totally different subject, has anyone seen American Hardcore? Sometimes its cool to see what the roots of something are, but really punk is all about a lifetime commitment. What are some of these people doing now? Yea, Ian McKay still plays music, and so does Vinny Stigma, and maybe Joey Shithead is doing something here and there, but Gregg Ginn and Rollins, and some of these other guys are just riding the coat tails of a scene out. They aren't doing anything for the scene of punk rock at all. Anyway… other then that, things look alright in Muskegon these days. I mean, things are kinda crazy, but it cant rain all the time.
"Just because your moving foreward doesn't mean im moving backward"

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JEFF
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hey guys, not a lot has been happening. oh and i cut my hair.

------------------- Rob ------------------
most People dont start thinking about their life until its too late or somthing bad happons. The weekday is taken up by work and the week end is reserved for resting. the little time peopel get between work nd sleep is consumed by television. so whens the big break? Do people plan on winning the loto, or retire before they start doing things they want. Face it we all buy shit we ont need and waste time. Almost everyone is a victume of time. We piss it away every chance we get. Even with all the devieces to make our life easier people still waste time.
I think everyoen should have dreams in their life, things they want to acomplish out of life. Why would one live just to exist. to be anouther human on this world creating trash and consuming. Everyone has apassion wheter itbe art or music, or maybe its fixing thing who know but you. If you want to do something then do it. dont wait until next year to go on a trip out of state. dont keep saying you'll do it later when your life is more stable, because YOUR LIFE WILL NEVER BE PERFICTLY HOW YOU WANT. The more money you make the more you will spend it on. So the next time you want something make a deadline to accomplish it. Write it down so you dont change the date.

---------- Zach ----------
Alright this is my first time writing for anything and i generally dislike write but browneyepie kicks ass and helps keep gritty skee-town punk going. its been going for as long as ive been around in the scene and im glad i can help keep it going, and along the lines of punk and friends i want to write about my family. i have always felt as well as im sure every punk feels that i didn't fucking belong. and i especially don't belong to my blood relatives i believe in nothing they do. not one ideal do i hold that was passed from them and when i found punk i found the greatest friends and finally found what i could call family. i moved out of my fathers house last year and that was moving out of my family i rarely see them and have no regrets in not seeing them, i mean i do appreciate everything they did for me and i don't think they are horrible people but i do not associate with people whom i have no common interest or cannot understand me or do not intend to try. my friends have always been the ones that i have clung to when times are tough or that i actually have fun with and thats the most important thing. but i do have to say my friends/family pool has dwindled with life happening to everyone differently but i still have this core family that has stayed around mainly my main bro Casey. and another weird thing is that my blood brother has become more a family member now that i moved and he has become a friend to me and in turn family. i can only say that friendship with your peers means so much more that blood to me. when you have experiences with you friends and grow together you have a bond that is so fucking great i know it sounds sappy but fuck it. so STAY PUNK. and fuck my blood realities, i pick my family.
DON'T BE AN IDIOT
STAY PUNK!

-------------------greeze

back again! thumbs up to that!

i've always used my column for a few purposes- a short update on my life, what i know about what's going on, and of course, shameless self promotion, and maybe not in that order. i guess i sort of run things around here- as far as browneyepie is concerned, but as far as columns go, i don't change anybody's shit in any way- including fixing grammar. you get it how i get it, and i guess that's the straight shit, straight from the streets...the only words you can trust.

if you're an avid browneyepie reader, or know me fairly well, you already know that in the last couple of years i've moved from muskegon to lansing, and now to frankfort (all in michigan). this has been the main reason for the decline of BEP. it's hard to run a west michigan site when you don't live there anymore, although i'm around quite frequently. although with the help of some fellow punks/writers/zine enthusiasts BEP doesn't have to die. i never wanted it to. at least not yet. too much has happened in the scene since it's inception to just let it fade away like so many other things- ie: bands, zines, punks, venues... hell- entire scenes... so i kept it up even when i wasn't keeping at it. i'm not sure if i completely agree with sock on this issue, but in this day and age i think online zines are very vital when they're kept up to date and informative, but i do have to agree that print zines rule- way more than any online zine. from the gathering of articles, the creating, the cutting and pasting, the typing, to the heat and smell of copies fresh from the printer, assembling them with your friends, the stapling... the satisfaction of completing something... seeing others smile when they read it, finding sold copies on the floor after ahows and picking them up to re-sell or give away (and why is it so fucking hard to sell a zine these days? i wish i could afford to give them out for free, but without free copies, it's pretty unrealistic- especially being unemployed.). print zines simply rule and a print issue of the 'pie is long over due. maybe 2008 will turn things around...

even through two moves to two different cities- each further and farther away from muskegon (now 2 hours away in good weather...) i have some fucking awesome, dedicated band mates (i love you guys!!!) who haven't kicked me out yet, so i make practices when i can and shows too. here's a couple plugs for those:
low life scum
sheepherder
and, dick badcock, the badcocks original guitarist, is out of the army, back from iraq, has a house in town, and word on the streets is the badcocks might be making a come back in 2008... bigger and badder than ever! other bands have come and gone, half of them are columnists' bands too, so i'll let them talk about their shit; however, derek fucking jones has been doing some awesome solo shit (i swear the name keeps changing)- last i knew it was called the cosmos. look for the dvd soon! the xmas show @ the ice pick this year was another great success. featured sheepherder, lowlife, and cocksnot did a suprise short set. it was my first time giving communion. what a powerful experience. punk rock communion. dedicating your life.... but a great show through and through. then lowlife played in GR with cocksnot, 13stepgroup, and the bitters on the 27th. that went well, except for BEE getting knocked the fuck out after the show by GR GOON/SKIN UNO... what an asshole... anyways, low life scum started a new recording that day with travis from 3358 records (and BEP columnist!)... so that's my band news.

unfortunately, my shoulder and clavicle are way fucked up, and i'm supposed to have surgery on the 3rd of january, so i'll be out of commission for a few months as far as bands are concerned...

also, i saw some club on livejournal.com at the beginning of 2007 that was for readers who thought they could read 50 books in a year. that was the goal anyways. i didn't join, but i did read 50+ books this year, plus a stack of zines. i don't have my zine list finished, but here's the list of books i read in 2007 (54!!!):

• you can't go home again –thomas wolfe

• the godfather –mario puzo

• Mario puzo's the godfather: the lost years –mark winegardner

• junky –william s. burroughs

• on the road –jack Kerouac

• confessions of a raving, unconfined nut –paul krassner

• trout fishing in America –richard brautigan

• post secret –compiled by frank warren

• the secret lives of men & women – compiled by frank warren

• the basketball diaries –jim carroll

• fear and loathing in las vegas –hunter s. Thompson

• be boy buzz –bell hooks & chris raschka

• the wolves in the walls –neil gaiman & dave mckean

• songs of the doomed –hunter s. Thompson

• the great pustard pie panic –scott Corbett

• closely watched trains –bohumil hrabel

• education of a felon –edward bunker

• the something –natalie Babbitt

• rain makes applesauce –julian scheer

• the day willie wasn't –william corbin

• serial killers: the insatiable passion –dr. david lester

• the satanic bible –anton lavey

• untitled –anonymous

• mixed reviews –aaron cometbus

• bitter harvest –james Corcoran

• the violent bear it away –flannery o'conner

• born of a woman: new and selected poems –etheridge knight

• the butter battle book –dr. suess

• donkey gospel (poetry) –tony Hoagland

• verses –ani difranco

• prison poems –daniel berrigan

• the wheel –wendell berry

• naked lunch –william s. burroughs

• post office –charles bukowski

• hell's angels –hunter s. Thompson

• who cut the cheese? A cultural history of the fart –jim dawson

• big sur –jack Kerouac

• dear diary –leslie arfin

• the dharma bums –jack Kerouac

• trip trap: haiku along the road from SF to NY 1959 –jack Kerouac, albrt saijo, & lew Welch

• scattered poems –jack Kerouac

• Yamaha guitar method 1 –morty & ron manus

• jack sprat –helen wing

• away from her – alice munro

• the house of paper –carlos maria Dominguez

• zlata's diary: a child's life in Sarajevo –zlata filipovic

• born lucky: reflections of life on a northern Michigan farm –elmer pavlis

• one hundred demons –lynda barry

• wild streets: tales of the famous frontier towns –members of the western writers of America

• transient ways –jessica hahn

• grief: poems –daniel lew

• mobius stripper –bana witt

• haw! Horrible horrible cartoons –ivan brunette

• the polar express –chris vanallsburg

so i'm not sure of the frequency the new columns will be, but hopefully at least bi-weekly. be sure to check out the news for shows and other news, rumors, and lies... as always, help spread the word, and i'll see ya at the shows (when i can make it!!!!)!