Winter - November:
I brought 3 Zines on this trip. One of Jeff Kraft’s fanzines, A Burn
Collector side project, and my favorite zine of all time “Red Pop Revenge.”
Its almost sad how much I loved this little zine, finding it the first
day I hung out with Celia who had found them in a free pile and
foolishly left at my house. Much of my life was tracking down the
genius who wrote it and 4 years later finding him only to get a
reply that he did not do interviews and RPR wasn't anything special;
a total blow to a kid that would call this his new testament.
And the funny thing is this zine isn't anything special. After reprinting
it (without permission) and handing it too my friends for free, sharing
its glory, friends pointed out its really about nothing at all,
yet delightful.
Now being in this small community, I read it time to time, getting
home sick, or missing being able to walk along tracks or sneak around,
or fall in love, or being in the Victoria scene circa 1994 when there
was a slew of awesome bands. Doing so, lines stick in my head, quotes
about life and all that other BS. But one strikes me funny and it’s
when he claims to hate winter. Winter in Victoria getting down to
-2 and having 1 cm of snow on the ground.
It’s November right now. In Victoria the leafs have probably just
finished falling off the trees, and its starting to rain a happy rain.
It’s November right now. And I am not in Victoria or close to a coast.
Its -15 and there is a sheet of ice covering everything topped with
snow. It’s supposed to get nice this weekend maybe reach 2 and
have some of the snow melt.
With this, it’s hard to be productive. It’s hard to do a lot of shit
like walking the tracks or climbing rooftops when you are going
to freeze to death. Especially when you are an arrogant from
Victoria who denies the facts its getting cold and pushes just
wearing 4 hoodies.
It’s hard to just hang out with friends when you don't have any.
Or go to the local record shop and find used Bruce Springstein
tapes, when there is none. It’s hard to keep in contact with
friends and grow from them or from punk, when you are cut off
from it. Its hard to do a lot of things, except think. And go crazy.