even casually acquainted with the world of zines, you’re likely more
than just familiar with Crimewave U.S.A.
Mark Maynard and Linette Lao publish one of the warmest, funniest, and smartest (not to mention most popular) underground publications around, and have been doing so for many years. I personally love zines, and have read a metric shitload of them. And I can tell you that just a few pages into an issue of Crimewave reveals the fact that you’re soaking in something special.
Zinesters are a notoriously competitive and guarded bunch, and often will only begrudgingly lend support to, or sing the praises of, another person's publication. But the amount of goodwill that Mark and Linette have generated through Crimewave is a testament to how much they're admired, and to just how good they really are. Indeed, every issue of their excellent magazine is a virtual who's who of the brightest underground stars. And that's a bigger accomplishment than meets the eye.
Perhaps to allow a representative voice from the less talented publishers among us, maybe out of some misplaced sense of fairness, I have seen print in the last couple of issues of Crimewave. The first two of those articles are included here, and the third will be added as soon as the new issue has been out for an appropriate amount of time. Hopefully many others will follow.
FROM ISSUE #11
When Mark and I took to the streets of LA for our Race for the Gore project, we didn't even really know each other. We had traded our publications for several years by mail, and had traveled to the Santa Barbara Zine Fest together a few weeks prior, but we certainly weren't bosom buddies at that point. In fact, I think it was a little uncomfortable for us both. By the end of the day though, we were clicking, and it was obvious a friendship based largely on tastelessness and desperation was being formed against a backdrop of celebrity death. Read the article here.
FROM ISSUE #12
Before I high-tailed it out of my home state of West Virginia, I had the privilege of serving in quite a few interesting job positions. I had a paper route well into my high school years (one of the many reasons I was so popular with the babes), I was a toll collector and a stock boy, and during one hellish two week period actually sold meat door to door out of a white pickup truck. And during the last six months in the state I worked the midnight shift at a convenience store/gas station at the bottom of an interstate exit ramp, with an amazing group of rednecks and small-time hooligans. It was quite an experience, and you can read about it here.
FROM ISSUE #13
The stress associated with having a super-sized ass attached to a rapidly aging body should not be underestimated. Sometimes the line between reality and fantasy becomes blurred and you plunge into horrifying nether worlds where cockeyed justifications for your situation fall conveniently into your lap. I barely even remember writing this article, but I break out in a cold sweat when I read it. Proceed at your own risk. Please note that this is the director's cut, the way the article was meant to appear before Mark Maynard took his goddamn x-acto knife to it "because of space limitations." Again with the space limitations!
If you'd like to get your hands on a copy or two of Crimewave U.S.A. (and you should), the ordering info follows. As far as I know, issues two through thirteen are still available, and for a very reasonable price. Every issue is worth more than the asking price, but you may want to start with number four. It was their Thriller. And don't forget to tell 'em Jeff sent ya.
Back Issues -- $3 each