I decided to try something a little different this week. I’m dedicating this post to work put out by the smallest presses of all: individuals who publish their own writing by stapling it together on their kitchen tables. These people are of course also known as zinesters.
I made a visit to Needles & Pens, the DIY culture boutique/magazine stand/art gallery on 16th Street between Guerrero and Dolores, next door to Creativity Explored. Needles & Pens used to reside in a teeny space on 14th Street, where there was a curtained loft space above the cash register area, which led me to believe the proprietors were actually living in the back. And it used to only be open four days a week — presumably because said proprietors needed other jobs to keep things running. Times have changed; the current shop is twice as big as the old one, it’s open every day, and, for good or ill, you no longer feel like you’re walking into somebody’s living room.
But Needles & Pens is still clearly a labor of love for the folks who work there, and it’s stocked with labors of love from other overworked and underpaid creators around the country. Half the shop is handmade clothing (thus, “Needles”) and accessories like wallets, purses, and jewelry. The other half is printed matter (hence, “Pens”): zines, magazines, comic books, art books, stationery, calendars, as well as a small gallery space.
Tara, the woman behind the counter that day, gave me permission to use her name “as long as [your article]’s not going to be all like ‘oh man that girl was so dumb'”. So let me just state for the record: Tara is definitely not dumb. I laid out the ground rules for the experiment: If I wanted to get 4 or 5 great zines, and spend about twenty bucks, what should I get? With Tara’s expert advice, I walked out with five little books, spent just over twenty dollars, and became happily acquainted with five new voices that ranged from “meh” to utterly transcendent. Here they are, in order of price:
Ker-Bloom! #70 by Artnoose. Price: $2.00.
This zine, as well as the rest of the five in my random sample, is the size of a regular sheet of paper folded in half twice — a little bigger than the palm of your hand. For many, many years, Ker-Bloom! was based out of Oakland, and was a fixture at zine shows and at the Anarchist Bookfair. Normally, Ker-Bloom! contains musings on personal relationships or radical politics, or the places where both intersect. It’s also normally set by hand on a letterpress. It appears, though, that Ker-Bloom! and its creator have decamped to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and maybe its unusual format this time reflects the upheaval. Instead of letterpressed text, we get silkscreened cartoons, “Yins-ville comix.” A variety of odd characters speak the kind of sentences that apparently one often overhears in the Iron City: “So I bought a huge house but all my housemates moved out and bought their own houses.” A talking dinosaur skeleton says, “I just went to a ten hour bike collective meeting. Now I’ll ravage the city!” If you’re wondering why the Ker-Bloom! lady moved to Pittsburgh, a clue might be found on the page where a giant man happily shouts “I just bought a $4000 house in Braddock! Skidoooo!” (That’s not a typo. FOUR thousand dollars. For a HOUSE.)