CHICAGO ZINE FEST

‘CHICAGO ZINE FEST 2013′ was a subject title shimmying through the inbox of my e-mail for most of the year. I would open one message or the next from time to time and read about the meetings, the bake sales, the readings. I would skim over the finer details, thankfully being sorted out by the dedicated CZF crew. I meant to be looking for the “RESERVE YOUR TABLE TODAY” e-mail. I meant to clear my weekend work schedule. I meant to find transportation and have a sack of crisp zines stapled and ready to go a month in advance.

It’s nice to not have to depend on yourself solely for action in life. Richard, as my friend, compatriot and fellow agitator at Monster House Press said,
“Wanna come to Chicago Zine Fest / table with me at it? March 8th / 9th. I got MHP a table and will be there!”
I said yes, called off work and found some zine freaks / punk geeks to kindly and safely drive me to and from Chicago. Gas station snacks were a plenty to the dismay of our guts. Thanks to these folks and the last minute for nudging me impeccably forward.
Now a few weeks beyond the event, I know that I was met with a meaningful experience. Youthful enthusiasm spread through me for the duration of the event. So many people, by their own volition or by gutsy collaboration with friends at the risk of financial and romantic drama, are making beautiful things. That seems like a general and subjective statement. It is both but I will award BEAUTY to things born of the mind and transferred to the hands, photocopiers and staplers, sharing, trading, the urgency to connect with people, the informal flow of ideas outside of A**AZON or F****OOK, the personal contact that has potential to stir up possibility in an individual or within a subculture. I let my (free) coffee-perked spirit bounce back and forth between the two floors of zine fest territory.
The key to maintaining my sanity in the overwhelming amount of mostly self-published works was finding familiar faces; people I knew from touring in bands or as a touring reader, as well as booking shows and readings here in Ohio. I hovered around faces I might like to know and waited for some space. Then on to bright colors. Finally I moved to walking around and trading things based on a simple non-system. EX 1: That girl gave me a spoon for my yogurt at the book store. She gets a zine as a trade. EX 2: I traded with this person at the first CZF and they are here! I want their new stuff and will give them my stuff whether they want it or not. EX 3: Money for goods (accepted)  EX 4: Oatmeal cookie for goods (rejected)
I want to highlight some zines I picked up and encourage folks to hunt down these titles.
Kate Larson was the zine fest sweep for me. Upon arriving, I saw Kate give a reading at 826CHI from her most recent zine, No Better Than Apples 9. I can say I was mesmerized and flattened at the same time. To speak bravely and eloquently about illness- very real fear and pain- and elevate your audience’s conscience, empathy and ultimately, remind them that being alive is good and giving care to loved ones is good, is beyond invaluable to those who witness such an act. It was moving to see happen. This zine documents Kate’s sudden symptoms and subsequent diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis.
No Better Than Apples is the kind of zine that you want to pick up because of how it looks; beautifully screen printed (by hand, by Kate) covers on colored paper (gold ink!), quarter-sized, a mix of hand-written and typewriter charm, cut-and-paste images and drawings that cheer a reader on in the midst of such heavy subject matter. Underlying themes of body image, sexuality and being a women in a patriarchal society fit into to this narrative seamlessly. I’d attribute this to the way Kate is able to open up moments of her real life experiences with a reader. She is living and writing about her life rather than prescribing or listing as a qualifier, a trap many per-zines can fall into in my opinion. I am very glad to have purchased this zine direct from the author and you can do the same. That is the accessibility of the zine world. Sometimes I’ll look up my favorite poets and wonder, “Why can’t I just e-mail them!” Their work will have spoken to me so intimately that I think I should be able to say, “Hey, wanna go have a beer with me?” Apparently I have to talk their publishers first. Understandable and unfair.
On the lighter side was STORIES, a quarter-sized zine complete with a cassette tape featuring Kate’s friends telling true life stories. I rocked this one in the Delay van driving out to the distant west side of Columbus (for pizza and romance, one and the same) and found my self wholly captivated. I found… a story about a brief stint as a dead head. Another that totally convinced me aliens are real. Cops! Terrorism! Jail! Anal sex! and more.
The third Larson release I acquired was a tiny (physically small though infinitely capable, something I consider most music and art to be) collaborative work. It is a zine that features the water colored paintings of Canadian artist and songwriter, S. Ayton. The zine carries a link to MOOD-SWINGS bandcamp page and streams the musical team-up by the two.
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I’ve always admired Mark Novotny’s layout on his long-running zine The Fury. It’s clean, memorable and easy to look at- not to mention his writing is insightful and witty. Pick up any of his releases. Novotny’s skill as a photographer can be found in the zine below. This will make you want to start a band or at least go to more shows and stand in the front.
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Someone bought a zine from me and had a poster that was a blown up page from Cathy Hannah’s comic zine ALAS. I needed the poster. It sold out. I bought the zine. All good. Here is the page from that zine that went big.
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Sara Drake has unmatched skill for simply precise, clever and beautiful work. Snake Girl is a brilliantly illustrated movie review (plus more) of The Snake King’s Child; Fai Sam Ang’s 2001 remake of Tea Lim Kun’s Pos Keng Kang (The Snake King’s Wife or The Snake Girl 1971). The work seems undoubtedly influenced by Drake’s recent Cambodian residency, teaching young girls how to make and self-publish zines at Independent Youth Driven Cultural Production in Cambodia (IYDCPC).
In Snake Girl, Drake quickly highlights the action in this Cambodian Folktale turned ‘Horror’ film. Along with celebrating a female lead and the scene in which her hair morphs into snakes, instantly killing a perpetrator,  Drake accents the importance of this film, and any art for that matter, existing after the brutal atrocities enacted by the Khmer Rouge Regime and the years of civil war that followed. Screen printed covers. 5.5 X 7.
You may also see the Quickest Flip postcard I acquired below. Quickest Flip was stationed near by Sara and  I (mutually) recognized the table-er from playing at her house in Arcata, CA in 2007 with Delay. Quickest Flip is a current magazine / website / musical compilation, basically a cover-all outlet for many under appreciated artists. It is based in Eugene, OR. Awesome stuff.
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Sue P. & Mary C.’s high quality split photo zine. This will inspire travel and help let the simple things in your everyday landscapes speak to you. It is possible to have contradictory feelings always and this one left me calmed and restless.
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Mae, A Columbus native’s per-zine. It is funny to connect with someone I have seen around a lot at basement shows over the years miles away and removed from our proclaimed ‘home.’ Sometimes it takes an after party with this girl offering shots of Tequila out of a gun-shaped glass bottle (we passed). This one hits hard right off with an entry on recognizing and surviving sexual assault.  It comes back again at the end. It made a rock in my stomach, thinking of how so many people’s coming-of-age tales involve assault. It is a hard world to trust, a hard world to grow in.
This is a quick read and there is a rawness to the writing style. You get the feeling that it’s off the cuff which makes it a poignant account that is easy to get into. i was a teenaged SCUM FUCK  is also a hilarious and too-crude-for-mom’s travel zine. Trains. Arrests. Shows. On The Road for kids with studded vests and CRASS back patches.  It’s like finding the first forty-ounze you can stomach. I’m reading the title again, thinking about the I WAS, as in, I am no longer. A reflection. There is an interesting tension in this zine. There’s the awareness of irreverent decision-making, privilege and and how one chooses to explore the concept of freedom. Then there’s space bagging on the highway in plain sight.
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I have a stack of computer paper looking at me from my bedroom floor. It’s folded and stapled. Zines are like the dirty laundry of literature. So many of us have something to say. It piles up til it cannot be ignored. Zine’s are an outlet. Zine fest’s are a forum for connection and growth. I think I made $20. I think I made more. I think I’ll make more. See you there.
CHICAGO ZINE FEST 2013
Me with Mimi Nguyen at the POC Zine Project’s table.

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Upcoming Events // March

Fri Mar 8-9th I will attend and table at Chicago Zine Fest with Monster House Press

Then this reading (see flyer?) will happen where I live.ImageFri Mar 15th I will read my poetry at The Owlery in Bloomington, IN

Thurs Mar 28th I will read poems at ILLIO w/ Rachel Lee, Richard Wehrenberg, Jr., Lauren Zuniga and one other TBA. 

<3 Thank you for supporting me! <3

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The Hugmonster Lives Under My Bed is real!

With some cutting, folding, reckless sewing and the help of some good friends and family, there are now 35 copies of my first children’s book, The Hug Monster Lives Under My Bed. If you feel like sharing this link with folks who may have young ones at home or just appreciate handmade books, I would be very grateful! Click here for more information,

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DEMO DITCH MIX TAPE – 2012 THE HITS

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This is a mix of some songs that struck me well in 2012. A lot come from bands that we (Delay) played with on tour. Some come from bands that I went out to see or booked in Columbus who gave memorable performances. A couple come from lot’s of time on the road with just a handful of CDs and iPods that hardly held enough for a drive to Cleveland and back. If I had a record label, I’d call it DEMO DITCH. It would house rare tracks from the underground and DIY music community. It would be a place to put bands with only one CDR or tape that sat in a shoebox that you didn’t realize was so great when you got it in trade. It would pump up current bands that I think are interesting and maybe overlooked. That’s what I want this tape to do. If you’d like me to mail you an actual tape or if your band wishes to be removed, get in touch. Enjoy.

////SIDE A
1.GOLDEN CLOUDS – Untitled (Brooklyn NY)
2.TECHNICOLOR TEETH – Crystalline (Appleton WI)
3.TARRED AND FEATHERED – Hot Pants (Greenville SC)
4.SECRET LOVER – Cynthia (Worcester MA)
5.PURPLE 7 – Poison Ivy (Bloomington IN)
6.THE VELVETEENS – Cico (Minneapolis MN)
7.HEAT DUST – Thick Distance (New Orleans LA)
8.BABY GHOSTS – The Ghost Next Door (Provo/Salt Lake City Utah)
9.TOYS THAT KILL – Ape Me (San Pedro CA)
10.FEVER NEST – Harsh Gas (Columbus OH)
11.BEST FRIENDS – Whatever Goes Upon Two Legs is an Enemy (Columbus OH)
12.FULL ON DWEEB – ? (Bay area CA)
13.JEFFERY FERNEGEL – Octopus Pills (Columbus OH)
14.THE BOY WHO COULD FLY – The Basement (Bloomington IN)
\\\\SIDE B
1.FROZEN TEENS – Kasota (Minneapolis MN)
2.RINGERS – Hurry Up and Wait (Boston MA)
3.TENEMENT – Perverse Universe (Appleton WI)
4.NASTY HABIT – Dog Bite (Columbus OH)
5.BAND NAME – King of Surfers (Philadelphia PA)
6.THE SIDEKICKS – Peacock (Columbus OH)
7.TIN ARMOR – The State of Things (Columbus OH)
8.SAINTSENECA – Mallwalker (Columbus OH)
9.EL JESUS DE MAGICO – Camelot V (Columbus OH)
10.SHAVER – Mental Convict (Columbus OH)
11.PRETTY PRETTY – Like Antiques (Columbus OH)

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lightning.yin.yang tape release 1/19

lightning.yin.yang tape release 1/19

I’ve played electric guitar in a semi-experimental juvenile art punk family group for a few years now. Finally, our trio will have a gig to release our brand new cassette tape. Please consider attending. We may also have hand crafted patches available for the first time. There are home videos posted on the World Wide Web of our band if you would like to explore our sound prior to the concert.

Thank you,
L Y Y
Putting the yin yang back into lightning since the late 00′s.

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January 14, 2013 · 1:45 am

Adrienne Rich, One Life

“One Life.”

My friend says this when her toes are at some edge– when the dark below can be downed in a gulp because the risk is worth it. You can say it in French if you need some extra oomf, Une Vie.

I found this poem at the public library in Toronto, flipping through Adrienne Rich’s Time’s Power: Poems 1985-1988. I was killing some time, out for a walk before my band’s set at a crummy punk tavern, hoping for some half page to hit me hard. I saw the title and I thought it might affirm my friend’s brave and careless motto. I was looking for some fuck it, let’s do it sentiment.  In a way, I got what I wanted.

One Life

A woman walking in a walker on the cliffs
recalls great bodily joys, much pain.
Nothing in her is apt to say
My heart aches, though she read those words
in a battered college text, this morning
as the sun rose. It is all too
mixed, the heart too mixed with laughter
raucousing the grief, her life
too mixed, she shakes her heavy
silvered hair at all the fixed
declarations of baggage. I should be dead and I’m alive
don’t ask me how; I don’t eat like I should
and still I like how the drop of vodka
hits the tongue. I was a worker and a mother,
that means a worker and a worker
but for one you don’t pay union dues
or get a pension; for the other
the men ran the union, we ran the home.
It was terrible and good, we had more than half a life,
I had four lives at least, one out of marriage
when I kicked up all the dust I could
before I knew what I was doing.
One life with the girls on the line during the war,
yes, painting our legs and jitterbugging together
one life with a husband, not the worst,
one with your children, none of it just what you’d thought.
None of it what it could have been, if we’d known.
We took what we could.
But even this is a life, I’m reading a lot of books
I never read, my daughter brought home from school,
plays where you can almost hear them talking,
Romantic poets, Isaac Babel. A lot of lives
worse and better than what I knew. I’m walking again.
My heart doesn’t ache; sometimes though it rages.

 

With all that we carry, can it be just One Life? It is though– I mean, I think it’s one; the many is the one. We walk with our same heart between our same body walls. Growing, shrinking, thumping, crumbling. We don’t know what we’re doing. It’s nothing like we thought it’d be.  If we’d known (better). We know more as the mighty reward if our minds and bodies make it.  One life, with so many happenings, it is hard to say which one it is. The paths we walk mount each other, terrible and good. It rages.

RIP, Adrienne Rich May 16, 1929 – March 27, 2012

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My new zines

* Disappearing Farmers Tan, Oct 2012, Monster House Press

21 poems full of Midwestern sentiment. Family, Cats, Kerouac, Death, Rock’n'Roll, Break-ups, Sun-shine and Strap-ons.

* MISSED YOU, Oct. 2012, self-published

Roughly 30 ‘fictional’ Craigslist missed connection posts. Love, lust, longing and laundry… plus Arnold Schwarzenegger’s package!

$4 per zine; this includes the postage. I’m open to deals for distros and trade. Get in touch with any questions. Paypal me by clicking the linked titles or mail check or concealed cash to: Ryan J Eilbeck 539 E. Town St. (Rear) Columbus OH 43215

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