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SWIMSUIT ISSUE SUMMER 2011

2011-09-05T20:00:00.000-07:00

SUMMER 2011 ISSUE ... AVAILABLE.

POEMS. PICTURES. INTERVIEW W DENHOLM & JUDE FROM THE GOOD OL' GARAGE!

MY HEART WAS STOLEN

2011-07-11T21:04:00.000-07:00

at the Musee d'Art Moderne et d'Art Contemporain aka MAMAC, and i ain't lying. I'm either moved or I'm not, and for a while there I was getting scared that I couldn't be moved. (Not in the museum - just in general). But thank god something woke me up. There was one really cool installation there that blew me away. (Although the whole place was pretty rad). I didn't walk away from it easily - I felt I had to memorize everything about it. I remember falling asleep that night, still thinking about it. " 'Ben' by Cambra, 1990-1991/1999" the label read. (I can't find anything about the artist online, only pictures other people took of the exhibit). In a way, the installation reminded me of a zine come to life, inhabiting an entire room. (It was set up in a makeshift room, the walls covered in trinkets, cut outs from magazines and newspapers, dolls, figurines, collages and phone books glued to the wall...) The sort of thing you wished you had thought of. Very very inspiring.

HERE RESTS ART

SISTER KAT

VIEW FROM THE OUTSIDE

"HOW DO I KNOW IF IT IS ART OR NOT?"

swimsuit issue

2011-06-18T23:52:00.000-07:00

issue 3 --- HONEYMOON coming soon for the summer.

Now THERE'S a fucking answer...

2011-06-10T13:41:00.000-07:00

- I don't know where this was first published, if it was from a magazine or a website, but this probably the best answer to any interview question I've ever heard in my life.... I hate when people answer "I don't know"... Alison Mosshart KNOWS.......

Question: If you could go back in time, which period would you like to go to and why?
Answer: I would have been born in the late 40’s, a kid without a TV, surviving on mail-ordering photographs and autographs and sacred knick-knacks, corresponding with strangers, pen-pals,in a time before the porno digital revolution, when the implication was more obscure, more beautiful, and people talked, in a time when philosophy and strange habits were admired, in a time when things were inky and still poisonous, in a time before the remote control, in a time when the questions were more obscene than the answers, in an age of opinion when people really took sides, in an age of thinkers and good service, in a time when real con men and bank robbers were hard to catch, in a time before sky high security, in a time before marshal law, in a time when one could walk right off the map, in a time when entertainment was artistic, not mathematic, in a time when value was valuable, not obese with emptiness. I probably would have gone to New York in the mid-60’s, left home where my mother was holed up oil painting, my father hot-roding cars, and darted for the city alone. I would have liked to see it all begin, tired of the hippies, plunging into the first of the drug party art galleries, the Warhol dreamscape, watching Edie Sedgwick climbing walls to heaven and slipping over the side with big deer eyes in headlights, still dancing. And the Velvets playing all those weird places doing what nobody wanted but what everyone needed. And watching the darker art punks mingling with the aristos and the street people and the rich artists fucking the poor artists and then everyone changing places, fluxuating and trying each other out and everything out, leaving behind the stiff values that plagued youth yesterday. A time when no one knew what the drugs would do, before worry was born the way it is today, flourishing like a nomadic plague. See Andy and Bridget Berlin sitting in a window of a diner eating hamburgers and drinking chocolate milkshakes in upper Manhattan, admiring transvestites with bad skin walking by like cowboys, because last week they were real cowboys. And to be in the lobby of the Chelsea Hotel with Stanley when he was young, witnessing the chaos there when Edie set fire to 105, and/or just the general chaos there, the abrupt art and the abrupt deaths, the calm before the storm, the storm, the blackouts, the hysteria and all the imagination it took to do all that art, those films, those books, those songs, in a time before people knew what to do with them, before the salesman was perfected, when art was an addiction and artists, mysterious, and rarely careerists, and you could still identify with, and fall in love with- the true spirit of loose canons.
-Alison Mosshart

RANDOM DISPLAY OF AFFECTION

2011-03-21T18:51:00.000-07:00

BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING FOR MONTHS!!!...HAVEN'T BEEN WRITING OR MAKING ZINES OR ANYTHING. JUST HOLED UP NOT DOING ANYTHING. A BOOK I'VE BEEN TRYING TO WRITE FOR YEARS JUST GOT DELETED. NOW I'M STARTING OVER. IT'S SPRING TIME, WHY NOT?... PHOTOCOPYING OLD ISSUES OF ZINES THIS WEEK & GOING TO BEGIN WORKING ON (WHAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A WINTER ISSUE)...A NEW ISSUE. AS SOMEONE I KNEW ONCE SAID "WHATEVER FOREVER." .....

WHO CARES

2011-02-28T12:34:00.001-08:00

not happening

devil to shake

2010-12-16T21:12:00.000-08:00

cover of fall issue, "retro"

kate & johnny

the jezebels r bored & stoned

3 punks

''i feel like a runaway car'' - my sister

that's my mom on the beach with the ciggy...

boy of my dreams

this is the new issue of come on killer.

i'm making a new one - the winter issue - now. but lets face it...it probably won't be done until february...

this issue is called ''just find your way'' in honor of my impending 20th birthday, i guess...

i don't want to be 20. i want to be a teenager forever. maybe crash the runaway car and just camp out on the side of the road. i feel like my early 20s...ill feel like i'm living in a strokes album or something.

"I was once told by a sad cat to just find the road. 'Once you find wherever it is start walkin and never look back.' Then he pulled his sunglasses onto his nose and disappeared.

you're crackin down

2010-11-19T18:51:00.001-08:00

bored & stoned

destroy what destroys you

teen america collage

cover: kate & johnny

me, old gramma on a friday night; drinkin alone & listening to ariel pink

WENT TO SEE ARIEL PINK'S HAUNTED GRAFFITI ON WEDNESDAY NIGHT...THREW A FEW ZINES ON STAGE...FELT LIKE A TOTAL 90S FANGIRL GOING AFTER JONATHON TAYLOR THOMAS OR SOMETHING...AFTERWARDS WENT OUTSIDE TO SMOKE. WHO SHOULD STROLL UP TO ASK FOR A LIGHT, BUT ARIEL PINK HIMSELF. LOOKIN VERY CUTE, IN ALL HIS GREMLIN-LIKE BEAUTY, WRAPPED IN A LONG CUTIE WOOL JACKET. WE ENDED UP CHATTING FOR AROUND TWENTY MINUTES, HIM STEALING MY BENSON & HEDGES, SAYING SOMETHING - ALONG THE LINES OF "YOU HAVE TO TAKE EVERY OPPORTUNITY YOU GET. YOU HAVE TO PROSTITUTE YOURSELF. SELL OUT. THE MINUTE YOU STOP ANSWERING YOUR PHONE, THE MINUTE YOU STOP TAKING OPPORTUNITIES...PEOPLE WILL FORGET ABOUT YOU. THEY WILL STOP CARING."

NEW ZINE - NO INTERVIEWS. JUST COLLAGES, DUMB POEMS, AND PICTURES. DONE VERY VERY SOON.

TEENAGE LOVE

2010-06-15T16:31:00.000-07:00

DEXY 'N CHRIS VALENTINE ARE TOO RAD.

"MY HEART IS IN PLAYING BASS."

2010-05-29T14:14:00.000-07:00

YOU'VE PLAYED WITH MANY TALENTED MUSICIANS, FROM JENNY LEWIS TO BILLY CORGAN. DO YOU FIND THAT YOU TEND TO ADAPT TO EACH ARTIST'S STYLE OF MUSIC, OR DO YOU FIND YOURSELF BRINGING YOUR OWN SIGNATURE STYLE TO THE TABLE FOR EACH PROJECT THAT YOU'VE BEEN INVOLVED IN?
I CAN SAY THAT I DEFINITELY HAVE MY OWN STYLE OF PLAYING. I TAUGHT MYSELF HOW TO PLAY BASS SO I DON'T KNOW MY RIGHT FROM MY WRONGS. WHEN YOU MENTION JENNY LEWIS, YOU KNOW, I PLAYED VIOLIN ON HER RECORD. I LIKE TO PLAY VIOLIN FOR FUN. MY HEART IS IN PLAYING BASS. I'VE BEEN IN TWO BANDS PRIOR TO MY CURRENT BAND OF NOW 5 YEARS, (THE ENTRANCE BAND) AND THAT WAS A PERFECT CIRCLE AND ZWAN. I HAVE GROWN UP A LOT AND LEARNED A LOT FROM EACH BAND TO BE THE PLAYER THAT I AM TODAY. I NEVER HAD TO ADAPT TO A STYLE. I WAS IN THOSE BANDS BECAUSE THEY LIKED MY STYLE AND I LIKED THEM TOO, THOUGH WE DIDN'T ALWAYS HAVE THE SAME VISIONS. WITH THE ENTRANCE BAND, HOWEVER, IT IS ALL OF OUR VISIONS THAT MAKE THE BAND WHAT IT IS. YOU COULD NOT REPLACE A MEMBER AND STILL CALL IT THE ENTRANCE BAND.

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'RE TOURING AND YOU GET ON EACH OTHERS NERVES?
IT NEVER HAPPENS THANKS TO I-PODS.

HOW DID YOU MEET GUY AND DEREK? OR HOW DID THEY MEET YOU?
WE ALL MET AT DIFFERENT TIMES IN CHICAGO. I MET GUY AND DEREK IN 2002 BUT I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THEY KNEW EACH OTHER. I WAS IN ZWAN AT THE TIME. I GOT A HOLD OF GUY'S DEMOS AND THOUGHT HE WAS THE BOMB! I WOULD GO SEE HIM PLAY AROUND TOWN UNTIL WE FINALLY PLAYED TOGETHER. I PLAYED FIDDLE WITH HIM FOR A WHILE AND PLAYED ON "WANDERING STRANGER". DEREK JOINED US ABOUT A YEAR OR SO LATER TO MAKE THE FIRST RECORD ALL TOGETHER- "PRAYER OF DEATH".

WHAT OR WHERE IS THE BEST ATMOSPHERE TO PRACTICE SONGS AND WRITE LYRICS?
GUY AND I CURRENTLY LIVE IN THE MOUNTAINS (SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA). IT'S BEAUTIFUL, PEACEFUL, QUIET AND RAD!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yXWbLWjHWQo&feature=related

KOOL THING

2010-05-26T18:35:00.001-07:00

scrappy pup

2010-04-25T13:56:00.001-07:00

some more scans of my scrappy scrapbook .

ONCE UPON A LONELY TIME

2010-04-25T13:43:00.000-07:00

THURSTON MOORE on come on killer: "STRAIGHT UP PUNK ROCK LOVE."

"ONCE I WAS COOL"

2010-03-27T20:14:00.000-07:00

NEW issue coming soon starring interviews w. Paz Lenchantin of The Entrance Band as well as the sassy badass duo the Magic Wands AND Thurston Moore (do I really need to explain who he is??? Didn't think so.)

Velvet Sewage in flying colours

2010-03-05T14:22:00.000-08:00

These are the bare copies of Velvet Sewage before I fed them thru the mean lean photocopyin machine .

Side project: My scrapbook

2010-02-28T22:15:00.000-08:00

Usually I don't put any pictures in my diary, so this is like a big book of mementos. A 100+ page long love letter to nothing and everything. "You've got to go on and be crazy. Craziness is like heaven." - Jimi Hendrix

Teen Crush Issue 8

2010-02-12T18:08:00.001-08:00

Pictures of Edie and honey bottles, girls without heads and Courtney Love. Lots of stars and sad little words for old crushes. I was listening to alot of old tunes. Leaky hearts, messy hearts, unloved hearts, dumb hearts. My ''total trash'' phase.

It's Heart On Cops - Issue 12 Sept '07

2010-02-12T17:53:00.000-08:00

3 years ago, made an issue on black construction paper, very cut 'n paste to the point of being not really pretty. I think I only photocopied a few issues and never handed any out. It looked better in black n white than in color.

Palm sized - May/June 2008

2010-02-11T13:00:00.000-08:00

This was a little palm sized Come on Killer I threw together because for the longest time it felt as thought I was accomplishing NOTHING. Riding along with the whole idea of teen magazine mockery, a "how-to" for french braiding your hair is included. Not to mention the "rate your day" page I found in one of my sissy's old ''journal'' type books that I added onto. Cherry on top is the page about The Kills, written after the day I was THISCLOSE to meeting them after sticking around a gig in Toronto for about two hours. "They're in the showers, they'll be out in 10 minutes" some guy told us. We couldn't stay (had to catch the bus home) so I sadly gave him a poem I pulled from a notebook for them and rode in the back of a taxi to the bus station, near tears over my quasi Almost Famous experience . Kirsten Dunst flirtfully wishin' you a farewell on the back, Terminator style.

Teen Beat : The forgotten one

2010-02-06T11:54:00.001-08:00

This is the last zine I made before I gave up on Come on Killer. My brother and I took lots of pictures for it, and I dressed him up in a blonde wig, old sunglasses and pink lipstick - he was a really good sport. I wrote a love letter ode to now defunct Elle Girl magazine. I never photocopied it because I thought the black and white would take away from it, big time. There were so many colors I loved.

My fav issue of Comeonkiller: Velvet Sewage

2010-02-06T11:48:00.000-08:00

Just alot of scribbles, the silly diy grungy zine way I had never actually seen before but had imagined in my head. That's the way I thought all zines were. I was at a book store in Olympia once, the birthplace of the Riot Grrrl scene but the zines weren't at all the way I had imagined them to be. Then again, it was 2004 not 1994. And Le Tigre was old new to me by then. The main theme was to look sassy and ruined. I didn't really include any pictures of myself and I didn't interview anyone for this issue.