Space Junkie Zine
O vast universe; O great spectrum of life, from which springs such incomprehensible creatures as this here junkie from space. What drugs are dealt in space? What can I say about zines with such elusive origins and messages? Each certainly has its tale, but for this one, Space Junkie Zine, I begin with this speculative observation: It is the result of a recipe. Namely this one: Have on hand many spare Priority Mail labels of the United States Postal Service. Rather than address them, draw on them. It doesn’t matter what you draw, just something. A cartoony punk rocker with vertically-aligned eyeballs? Yes, absolutely, that is fine. Affix these labels to blank zine pages. Procure one camera with fish-eye lens. Take pictures of shit. No, not literal shit — I mean things like stairs, a daisy, yourself. Put these pictures on zine pages, too. Next, take out that old picture-bible a well-meaning aunt gave you when you were a kid. Rip out the pages of Samson and add those to the mix. Remember how at Samson’s demise he prayed one last prayer to God for help in crushing a whole stadium full of Philistines? And God was like, “Yeah, that’s cool, go for it”? Use that page out of your picture-bible. And for good measure, draw a lil’ penis sticking out of Samson’s loin cloth. Haha, that’s funny! Congratulations, your zine is done.
I do not know what’s going on with Space Junkie Zine. But perhaps you get the idea. Some of the picture-bible collages are in colour, the fish-eye photos are in black and white. There are other random things, like a photo of a guy with an inflatable guitar. There is a lot of white space and more than one blank page. Does it mean something? I don’t know. Can I recommend this zine? Same answer. (Joshua Barton)
Zine, Weishampel, PO Box 442, Methow, WA, 98834, USA, $2 USD