Hey folks, I will be selling the newly released Points Gray LP (which has been getting some great airplay on the legendary WFMU: the track "Growing Beards" sparks up the comment board with people weighing-in on male grooming more than anything really), The Canadian Romantic winking pic, doll (now for sale at Likely General, 389 Roncesvalles as well), book, maybe some weird old zines and issues of Drippy, some personal items that I'll be purging from my home as I prepare to my move to Kitchener-Waterloo. Everything I can fit in a half table.
It's happening between 12 - 5 pm on Sunday Aug. 4th. at The Tranzac in Toronto !
292 Brunswick Ave. Pop by and try or buy or say hi.....
ZINE DREAM has stuff happening all weekend, check out their site:
http://zinedream.com/
Speaking of 'weird old zines' Broken Pencil has been running some of their early old zine reviews. They just ran an old review of my old zine Bunyon from the 90's. Check it:
http://www.brokenpencil.com/news/todays-zine-review-bunyon-zine
Nice mentions of my Mom, it's been eight months since she died, she was a really good writer.
After ZINE DREAM 6 in the evening at 11 pm I will be hosting karaoke again at The Beaver (1192 Queen Street West), unusre what my outfit will be but karaoke always gets more than a tad wild there....
This is an excellent chronicle of the BC hipster scene, as well as the travelogue of Rob’s journey through the ugly landscape of his soul. This zine speaks to the despair of being a thinking creating person with such fervour that it is almost like the kind of prayer people make in their heads as they are walking home from work after a desperate, shitty day. That said, there are a lot of comics in this zine including the unforgettable Ackerman Dick story and Shawn Bristow’s Just When I Thought I Had A Grip On Life Love Rams It’s Fist Up My Ass. Oh Yeah! Anyway, Rob’s family obviously has a knack for self confession, because the prose that pushes this zine into the limelight where you can see the zits and loneliness are by Rob and his Mom.
Mom – who is, in fact, identified only as Rob’s Mom – gets to start
the zine off with a letter about adjusting to her recent move to
small-town Saskatchewan. This is a great piece of inflected prose,
every sentence is an ([un?]intended) punchline. She should write a
book of this stuff, it would definitely win the Leacock award for
humour. Particularly notable was the portrayal of the “elderly
gentleman” who keeps driving by her new home in’ order to present up
to date reports at the town coffee shop on what the new folk are
doing. Hilarious. Now don’t skip the rest of the zine, but Rob’s own
gut wrenching admissions from a diary (fact or fiction, it don’t
matter) come at the very end. Eight pages of diary entries see Rob
move from love-sick puppy to irrational dick-head while his health
steadily deteriorates under the office flourescents and his band-mates
rebel against his authority. As if that wasn’t enough, constant cameo
appearances by indie bands and zine kids alike give this diary a
lifestyles of the poor and fucked up feel that both undermines and
speaks to the repetition of being alive. A bunion is the inflamed
swelling of the first joint of the big toe, but Bunyon is the
shrinking swell that never stops chafing.
- See more at: http://www.brokenpencil.com/news/todays-zine-review-bunyon-zine#sthash.6wuPAbCK.dpu
- See more at: http://www.brokenpencil.com/news/todays-zine-review-bunyon-zine#sthash.6wuPAbCK
This is an excellent chronicle of the BC hipster scene, as well as the travelogue of Rob’s journey through the ugly landscape of his soul. This zine speaks to the despair of being a thinking creating person with such fervour that it is almost like the kind of prayer people make in their heads as they are walking home from work after a desperate, shitty day. That said, there are a lot of comics in this zine including the unforgettable Ackerman Dick story and Shawn Bristow’s Just When I Thought I Had A Grip On Life Love Rams It’s Fist Up My Ass. Oh Yeah! Anyway, Rob’s family obviously has a knack for self confession, because the prose that pushes this zine into the limelight where you can see the zits and loneliness are by Rob and his Mom.
Mom – who is, in fact, identified only as Rob’s Mom – gets to start
the zine off with a letter about adjusting to her recent move to
small-town Saskatchewan. This is a great piece of inflected prose,
every sentence is an ([un?]intended) punchline. She should write a
book of this stuff, it would definitely win the Leacock award for
humour. Particularly notable was the portrayal of the “elderly
gentleman” who keeps driving by her new home in’ order to present up
to date reports at the town coffee shop on what the new folk are
doing. Hilarious. Now don’t skip the rest of the zine, but Rob’s own
gut wrenching admissions from a diary (fact or fiction, it don’t
matter) come at the very end. Eight pages of diary entries see Rob
move from love-sick puppy to irrational dick-head while his health
steadily deteriorates under the office flourescents and his band-mates
rebel against his authority. As if that wasn’t enough, constant cameo
appearances by indie bands and zine kids alike give this diary a
lifestyles of the poor and fucked up feel that both undermines and
speaks to the repetition of being alive. A bunion is the inflamed
swelling of the first joint of the big toe, but Bunyon is the
shrinking swell that never stops chafing.
- See more at: http://www.brokenpencil.com/news/todays-zine-review-bunyon-zine#sthash.6wuPAbCK.dpuf
This is an excellent chronicle of the BC hipster scene, as well as the travelogue of Rob’s journey through the ugly landscape of his soul. This zine speaks to the despair of being a thinking creating person with such fervour that it is almost like the kind of prayer people make in their heads as they are walking home from work after a desperate, shitty day. That said, there are a lot of comics in this zine including the unforgettable Ackerman Dick story and Shawn Bristow’s Just When I Thought I Had A Grip On Life Love Rams It’s Fist Up My Ass. Oh Yeah! Anyway, Rob’s family obviously has a knack for self confession, because the prose that pushes this zine into the limelight where you can see the zits and loneliness are by Rob and his Mom.
Mom – who is, in fact, identified only as Rob’s Mom – gets to start
the zine off with a letter about adjusting to her recent move to
small-town Saskatchewan. This is a great piece of inflected prose,
every sentence is an ([un?]intended) punchline. She should write a
book of this stuff, it would definitely win the Leacock award for
humour. Particularly notable was the portrayal of the “elderly
gentleman” who keeps driving by her new home in’ order to present up
to date reports at the town coffee shop on what the new folk are
doing. Hilarious. Now don’t skip the rest of the zine, but Rob’s own
gut wrenching admissions from a diary (fact or fiction, it don’t
matter) come at the very end. Eight pages of diary entries see Rob
move from love-sick puppy to irrational dick-head while his health
steadily deteriorates under the office flourescents and his band-mates
rebel against his authority. As if that wasn’t enough, constant cameo
appearances by indie bands and zine kids alike give this diary a
lifestyles of the poor and fucked up feel that both undermines and
speaks to the repetition of being alive. A bunion is the inflamed
swelling of the first joint of the big toe, but Bunyon is the
shrinking swell that never stops chafing.
- See more at: http://www.brokenpencil.com/news/todays-zine-review-bunyon-zine#sthash.6wuPAbCK.dpuf
It's happening between 12 - 5 pm on Sunday Aug. 4th. at The Tranzac in Toronto !
292 Brunswick Ave. Pop by and try or buy or say hi.....
ZINE DREAM has stuff happening all weekend, check out their site:
http://zinedream.com/
http://www.brokenpencil.com/news/todays-zine-review-bunyon-zine
Nice mentions of my Mom, it's been eight months since she died, she was a really good writer.
After ZINE DREAM 6 in the evening at 11 pm I will be hosting karaoke again at The Beaver (1192 Queen Street West), unusre what my outfit will be but karaoke always gets more than a tad wild there....
As part of International Zine Month, we’ll be posting a zine review a day on our blog in July. Today’s review is from Issue 3.
20 pages, Act #7 main creator: Robert Dayton $2 plus $1 postage 317A Cambie St., Vancouver, BC V6B 2N4This is an excellent chronicle of the BC hipster scene, as well as the travelogue of Rob’s journey through the ugly landscape of his soul. This zine speaks to the despair of being a thinking creating person with such fervour that it is almost like the kind of prayer people make in their heads as they are walking home from work after a desperate, shitty day. That said, there are a lot of comics in this zine including the unforgettable Ackerman Dick story and Shawn Bristow’s Just When I Thought I Had A Grip On Life Love Rams It’s Fist Up My Ass. Oh Yeah! Anyway, Rob’s family obviously has a knack for self confession, because the prose that pushes this zine into the limelight where you can see the zits and loneliness are by Rob and his Mom.
- See more at: http://www.brokenpencil.com/news/todays-zine-review-bunyon-zine#sthash.6wuPAbCK.dpu
20 pages, Act #7 main creator: Robert Dayton $2 plus $1 postage 317A Cambie St., Vancouver, BC V6B 2N4
This is an excellent chronicle of the BC hipster scene, as well as the travelogue of Rob’s journey through the ugly landscape of his soul. This zine speaks to the despair of being a thinking creating person with such fervour that it is almost like the kind of prayer people make in their heads as they are walking home from work after a desperate, shitty day. That said, there are a lot of comics in this zine including the unforgettable Ackerman Dick story and Shawn Bristow’s Just When I Thought I Had A Grip On Life Love Rams It’s Fist Up My Ass. Oh Yeah! Anyway, Rob’s family obviously has a knack for self confession, because the prose that pushes this zine into the limelight where you can see the zits and loneliness are by Rob and his Mom.
Mom – who is, in fact, identified only as Rob’s Mom – gets to start
the zine off with a letter about adjusting to her recent move to
small-town Saskatchewan. This is a great piece of inflected prose,
every sentence is an ([un?]intended) punchline. She should write a
book of this stuff, it would definitely win the Leacock award for
humour. Particularly notable was the portrayal of the “elderly
gentleman” who keeps driving by her new home in’ order to present up
to date reports at the town coffee shop on what the new folk are
doing. Hilarious. Now don’t skip the rest of the zine, but Rob’s own
gut wrenching admissions from a diary (fact or fiction, it don’t
matter) come at the very end. Eight pages of diary entries see Rob
move from love-sick puppy to irrational dick-head while his health
steadily deteriorates under the office flourescents and his band-mates
rebel against his authority. As if that wasn’t enough, constant cameo
appearances by indie bands and zine kids alike give this diary a
lifestyles of the poor and fucked up feel that both undermines and
speaks to the repetition of being alive. A bunion is the inflamed
swelling of the first joint of the big toe, but Bunyon is the
shrinking swell that never stops chafing.This is an excellent chronicle of the BC hipster scene, as well as the travelogue of Rob’s journey through the ugly landscape of his soul. This zine speaks to the despair of being a thinking creating person with such fervour that it is almost like the kind of prayer people make in their heads as they are walking home from work after a desperate, shitty day. That said, there are a lot of comics in this zine including the unforgettable Ackerman Dick story and Shawn Bristow’s Just When I Thought I Had A Grip On Life Love Rams It’s Fist Up My Ass. Oh Yeah! Anyway, Rob’s family obviously has a knack for self confession, because the prose that pushes this zine into the limelight where you can see the zits and loneliness are by Rob and his Mom.
- See more at: http://www.brokenpencil.com/news/todays-zine-review-bunyon-zine#sthash.6wuPAbCK
As part of International Zine Month, we’ll be posting a zine review a day on our blog in July. Today’s review is from Issue 3.
20 pages, Act #7 main creator: Robert Dayton $2 plus $1 postage 317A Cambie St., Vancouver, BC V6B 2N4This is an excellent chronicle of the BC hipster scene, as well as the travelogue of Rob’s journey through the ugly landscape of his soul. This zine speaks to the despair of being a thinking creating person with such fervour that it is almost like the kind of prayer people make in their heads as they are walking home from work after a desperate, shitty day. That said, there are a lot of comics in this zine including the unforgettable Ackerman Dick story and Shawn Bristow’s Just When I Thought I Had A Grip On Life Love Rams It’s Fist Up My Ass. Oh Yeah! Anyway, Rob’s family obviously has a knack for self confession, because the prose that pushes this zine into the limelight where you can see the zits and loneliness are by Rob and his Mom.
- See more at: http://www.brokenpencil.com/news/todays-zine-review-bunyon-zine#sthash.6wuPAbCK.dpuf
As part of International Zine Month, we’ll be posting a zine review a day on our blog in July. Today’s review is from Issue 3.
20 pages, Act #7 main creator: Robert Dayton $2 plus $1 postage 317A Cambie St., Vancouver, BC V6B 2N4This is an excellent chronicle of the BC hipster scene, as well as the travelogue of Rob’s journey through the ugly landscape of his soul. This zine speaks to the despair of being a thinking creating person with such fervour that it is almost like the kind of prayer people make in their heads as they are walking home from work after a desperate, shitty day. That said, there are a lot of comics in this zine including the unforgettable Ackerman Dick story and Shawn Bristow’s Just When I Thought I Had A Grip On Life Love Rams It’s Fist Up My Ass. Oh Yeah! Anyway, Rob’s family obviously has a knack for self confession, because the prose that pushes this zine into the limelight where you can see the zits and loneliness are by Rob and his Mom.
- See more at: http://www.brokenpencil.com/news/todays-zine-review-bunyon-zine#sthash.6wuPAbCK.dpuf