As I was coming home from work tonight, I was listening to the Instrument soundtrack from Fugazi on my mp3 player. There’s a trombone player at Grand Central, if you’ve been there and take the 7 you know who I’m talking about. It was a totally random occurence but as one song started, the old guy’s trombone was perfectly in sync with the song. As I walked down past him to the 7 train, it was oddly fitting.
On a related Fugazi tangent, I’ve been reading We Owe You Nothing: PUNK PLANET The Collected Interviews expanded edition, which is a fantastic book. Coming off of having finished for the first time The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky, which is fucking fantastic by the way, this is a great book.
Man, I really miss Punk Planet. And even though I did stuff for Razorcake and I love Razorcake for not only maintaining DIY independent publishing and putting a spotlight on great bands that don’t end up in shit like Alternative Press or Spin, Punk Planet was hands down one of my favorite zines of all time and nothing will really be like that. Just the best mix of music and art and culture, despite being a little hoity-toity-fancy-schmancy it was all about looking at something, even music, from all sides. No “punk rock” trappings of purposely-shitty art, no stereotypical interviews, and just a gateway not into great bands but also great writers and great ideas.