|From 1990 to 2001, I was with many who jumped on this “zine revolution” deal, putting out xeroxed stapled tombs for
some to review in the pages of Factsheet Five and a bit more to read. Whatever artwork, comics and cultural
deconstruction I had in me head was plastered in digest pages and the world was going to pay for it…in more ways
I unconsciously stopped my zine production soon after my third Josie & The Pussycat zine. Reasons for this was that
FS5 had folded, 9/11, the main subject in the said Josie zine just died and the internet revolution was spreading
sloth amongst the members of the previous revolution, effecting my readers, my enthusiasm and, finally, myself….
say ‘hello’ to the new boss, sucker!
Finally, old age and the boredom that cripples you when you move to a small town got the best of me and I returned
to the zine-verse with a quarterly zine title named after a cool Swing Out Sister song: TWILIGHT WORLD (zine
It’s a per-zine of random slices of my life and god-knows-what that currently falls into me head. When blog entries
get too repetitive and redundant in these overexposed days of the internet, you might as well chuck it, write it down
and go broke xeroxing it…..and that’s what I did.
To borrow an excuse from Neil Innes, “I suffered for my art, now it’s your turn.”
|All issues are digest size and comes with a $3 price tag. Trades are okay, but I don’t read poetry…just warning ya! No
prisoner trades. All issues are available at the following address:
266 Ramona Ave.,
Grover Beach, CA 93433
or go to my Etsy page
for further zine abuse, go to my page
at We Make Zines
|#18 (left) This time, two damned
Vegas trips are chronicled, proof of
Vegas culture is examined as I
attended a comic/book fest with an
appearance of F. Andrew Taylor
and son, see a show by Olivia
Newton-John and a rare
appearance by Shumuck-O Rat!
#19 (right) Two and 1/2 trips in one
zine? It's plausible and this issue
made it possable; after saying
goodbye to my sister (officially)
and washing it all down in Las
Vegas, there two weeks in New
Orleans to contained with Can one
survive Vegas and N'awleans within
a couple of months? Read about
the carnage and find out!
|#21 (right) 20 B&W pages of god-
knows-what of the following: two weeks-
worth of Mardi Gras in New Orleans
with MANY pictures, a comic balls deep
into Pulp Fiction and the rest of the
90’s (only with fur) and a opening
shout out and warning to Dick
Vaughn and what was left of the 70’s
in his wake.
|#20 (left) All goes to hell on the back
of Santa's sleigh with this 2/3rds
X-mas edition of the perzine! Thanks
to the US release of Jingle Bells
Rocks! doc, my old X-mas music
obsession is unleashed with a list of
fave holiday albums. Then there my
time at a furry con, but that's getting
I get all homesick on your ass with an issue long trite,
‘My L. A.’; where I talk about parts of my old hometown.
It only gets worse when I go into areas of this urban
jungle in detail like Santa Monica, Venice Beach, South
Bay and Long Beach (yea, I know the latter isn’t really
part of L. A., but I was grasping for straws here). There’
s even slightly more room for a sub-plot: old record
stores I use to hang-out and barely remember!
This issue is SO jam packed that I only had two pages
of reviews and current personal shtick to fill.
I take a poke at music journalism by listing some favorite
albums of this decade thus far, aimlessly roam through
the streets of Redondo Beach with a camera (slight
leftover from TW issue #22) and I finally catch up on this
zine review business.
Then there’s the charry on top, a brand spanking
(literally) new cover by Marc Schirmeister.
|....and now for those of you newcomers to my perzine, here is a collection of some
early articles and rants slightly reworked and edited for this edition, mainly #1 to
TWILIGHTS EARLY GLEAMING!