August 2009
I fucking love the summer, it just finally started to feel like summer a few weeks ago and yet, at the same time, I’m ready for it to end. It’s not the heat. If anything I wish it was hotter—so hot that all you can think about when you wake up is how you’re gonna get in some water—but at the same time, I’m ready for a change. Even the nicest weather gets old after a while. That’s why I don’t live in California anymore. I’m ready for some cold and darkness and less expectations for everyday to be the best day ever. In the meantime, I’ll enjoy a few more weeks of riding bikes in shorts and sweating and a few last trips to the rope swing.
Good news: Some friends have recently found small stacks of Issue #4 and have brought them back, so for the time being all issues are back in stock!
Issue #6 is well on its way. Reviewers have their records and zines and multiple interviews are in progress. Just a couple days ago I did an interview with Asshole Parade that was pretty fun, so I’m excited to see how that turns out as well as the other potential articles that are being worked on at the moment.
In unrelated news, I’m in an ongoing battle with bedbugs, threw out my bed, washed everything in borax and covered everything else in Diatomaceous Earth. Now I’m tediously going through every stupid box I own looking for parasites and purging myself of unnecessary bullshit, especially considering how much moving I do.
I went up to NY last weekend to see a show that renewed my faith in things. It was the perfect combination of good people, good bands, and a comfortable space. ADD/C, Future Virgins, Passive Aggressor, and The Forgetters all ruled and it was just really nice to be able to look around and see so many punks over thirty, or at least close, and still getting rowdy and heckling and dancing and having a good time. I guess there’s a bigger age gap here in DC and maybe it didn’t really hit me until recently. It doesn’t have to be that way though. Over-thirty-punks come out of hiding!
- fil