It’s been two years since my last zine.
But I’m back. Here it is, as a free PDF: Melophobe Months.
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This one features music reviews that I wrote for melophobe, a Portland-based magazine that went kablooey last year. Ah well. It was fun while it lasted; in fact, it was so much fun that I was sorry to see these short pieces disappear into the ether.
So, I’ve rescued them. The format’s a little unusual, as I explain in the zine’s introduction:
The 50-word review is essentially critical haiku. There’s no room for sustained (and longwinded) analysis—my preferred mode. Instead, I had to work out my feelings on a record in three, maybe four sentences. I had to, usually, concentrate on a single core element that defined the whole. I had to make bold, succinct statements that, in a longer essay, I would’ve qualified or hemmed and hawed about. 50-worders forced me to be blunt, be harsh, and open myself for hard questions by unequivocally saying what I meant.
Melophobe Months also features a longish essay on my troubled relationship with pop and “authenticity” in art. That’s exactly as exciting as it sounds but you may find it amusing.