February 22, 2010
Once the thing was pieced together, they'd scam photocopies from either school, their job, or Kinko's. If they were the more daring variety, they might've even swiped some office supplies too. Pretty slick, zinesters.
Most of the zines had quickly drawn sketches and badly photocopied graphics, but whatever. The really good ones would stand out because they were constructed with not much more than talent, staples, and love.
They'd feel a jolt of pride when their zine was favorably reviewed in Maximumrocknroll, Punk Planet, or HeartAttack; they'd run their finger over the page in disbelief. Their parents' address was listed as the contact info. If they were serious about their zine, they'd have a dedicated P.O. box listed. Impressive!
Guys who had a zine in high school rule. They probably all have blogs now, which is fine. But, we gotta give those gluestick samurais from yesteryear props. We love you!