Wednesday, 1 April 2009
There are still a fair few copies left so if you act fast you'll get one fast, remember, £10 to email@example.com or e-mail me for my address to send a check to, oooor if we are acquainted, we could perhaps hang out for a little while during the exchange.
Thanks a trillion peeps
Friday, 27 March 2009
(SPECS; A5, 63 PAGES, ALOTTA COLOUR PICTURES,ALOTTA BLACK AND WHITE PICTURES, ALOTTA WORDS.)
(SPECS; CD, 9 TRACKS, 8 PAGE BOOKLET WITH PHOTOS AND DRAWINGS, SWEET)
This is the full, finished, final, proper, it it it thing.
It is one hundred percent handmade, it was helped by a standard domestic printer, thats normal. Most of the paper is hand cut (with a guillotine or rotary blade & ruler), there was some pretty intense maths and measuring involved, my gcse stunted brain got round it though.
Keep in mind inconsistencies, mishaps, ill fit bits, things a bit cut off and other sorts of imperfections, they come with the package. Be certain, however, that if anything is unreadable or a mess, you can send me an angry e-mail and request a fix. We'll sort something out.
Otherwise, paypal £10 to firstname.lastname@example.org for your very own copy for your very own home or perhaps for a pal or family member, even your school, college or local library maybe?.
Any orders this way might have a wait. The first run (of just under twenty copies) are to be sold WHEN THEY ARE LAUNCHED. The second run will come shortly after (promise!), and i guess there'll be spares from the night in which case you'll get your copy pretty soon.
All is well,
Thanks to LUCY JONES for the beaut of a cover, it really is a sweet treat.
and one hundred million other people for concrete help, abstract help, kind words, love, support, pats on the back, those things.
OH! And a clap clap clap to MA HIGGINS for running me to the buy some more ink about six hours ago, you're a goodun'
See you soon,
P>S< if you hadn't heard through the grapevine already, "volume one" is it, maybe it shouldn't even have "volume one" tagged on.
This project is finito, burrito. If anyone wants to take over, we can pass it on, pass it on, if so, e-mail JHESSIGGINS@HOTMAIL.CO.UK for the ins and outs of what's been going down behind the curtain.
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
On MONDAY the 30TH of MARCH we are joining forces with COMFORTABLE ON A TIGHTROPE to launch VOLUME ONE right out of the gutter it's been lying in for the past week at their monthly BEAT UNHAPPENING night.
From 8 O'CLOCK ONWARDS at Manchester's top hot spot for pop happenings the DEAF INSTITUTE there will be a feast of SWEET RECORDS of the GREATEST SORT, there will be LIVE PERFORMANCES from the LEG-ENDS we all know as FORMER BULLIES and one of our much loved contributors LEVERET, there will be a WEE BOOKSTALL for you to make purchases of ZINES and ART BOOKS and CDS and OTHER STUFF MAYBE, there will be DANCING, perhaps ROMANCING, definitely READINGS, and most importantly an EXHIBITION of the work from the zine.
Oh! And it's totally FREE. So bring your MA and your PA and your BRO and your SIS and your PAL and your NEIGHBOUR and your STRANGER.
We are one hundred and twenty percent sorry to anyone who didn't get the memo about last friday but there have been no angry calls or letters and no poo through the postbox so we figure that the wind carried our message to you and thank you for being okay with it.
PHEW AND WHAT A RELIEF! At last, our hopes and dreams, plans of action, leaps of faith and steps towards the light will finally be REALISED and we are eternally greatful for the hands of RL PERRY & L GLENTON. They are saviours of lives.
The poster above was made by JH, LG & RLP. It was alotta' fun.
Tuesday, 10 March 2009
We regret to inform you that due to not before seen circumstances Friday's exhibition, launch and good time fest is officially cancelled. The bad news was set free on Sunday morning and since then, with the help of a good friend who is well versed in the skills of call making and kindness we tried to relocate and resolve. However it was simply not meant to be.
We are sorry for everything and we are greatful for you and whoever you are and whatever you're doing it is good in our eyes. We hope that TIME AND SPACE can be shifted so hopefully SOMETHING will still HAPPEN but there is still some talking and some head-scratching to go.
Thank you, Sorry, Hang tight.
Friday, 6 March 2009
EVERYTHING IS NEARLY TOGETHER NOW AND WE HAVE GREAT FAITH IN HOME PRINTING, TOMORROW TOMORROW IT BEGINS.
ALSO; There is a slight time change for the launch night being that it's now SEVEN UNTIL TEN rather than until ELEVEN which is really totally fine because the booze flow will be low and definitely would not stretch until the penultimate hour of the day, which brings me on to another thing. THERE WILL BE BEER BUT FEEL FREE TO BRING A HIP FLASK OR THREE (please)
Friday, 27 February 2009
A SUMMARY OF WHAT HAS AND HASN'T BEEN SAID;
-7PM - 11PM
-SMALL ZINE FEST
-FREE FOR ALL (bring work, bring blu tac, make yr own!)
-WE ARE HERE FOR YOU.
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
"I am sorry"
- Jess Higgins, 22nd February 2009, dictated but not read.
The zine is, I promise, well on it's way, two months late and way behind schedule due to an utter disregard of keeping a schedule and miscalculation on the weight of the "real world."
We have an exhibition date, and thus a release date and thus are drawing up a tight schedule to bring you, the adoring public, the work of eleven nippers trying to do good. The line-up has shifted and changed a bit over the past couple of months so here are some updates on the people and what they're doing right now;
TOM PITTS and HOWARD MELNYCZUK just got back from Italy. No way!
ALEX PIERCE just released a fresh set o' songs called DOG STAR, Download and listen HERE and look at the nice cover he made HERE. He's also started posting a blog HERE
KEVIN DOYLE is, as far as I know, still in Cincinatti, Still makin' songs and last I heard, recording with an angry drummer and re-recording a song for a wee label. Sounds swell to me.
I haven't heard from RACHEL ANN DAY in a while but she turns 21 tomorrow. Why don't you send her an e-mail and wish her a nice time.
EMMA TILLYER hosted a ukelele festival today, with a few musicians playing songs on everyone's favourite instrument.
KATY FLYNN is going to Berlin tomorrow and has been talking about making T-SHIRTS alot, she's also looking for NAKED PEOPLE to model for her, why don't you send her an e-mail or check out what her blog says HERE
DANIEL MARSDEN recently turned eighteen, JESS HIGGINS bought him an urn, she's sorry about that too.
I bumped into SAM TURNER the other day, he might be going to Siberia in the summer, he also might be releasing some tapes. Remember to go HERE fairly often and check out some gigs to go to.
TIM WOODALL has a new story up HERE and just started posting a new blog HERE he has also been working to bring writers and illustrators together as part of SOUP ANTHOLOGY
Saturday, 10 January 2009
ABOUT SAM TURNER;
"I’ve been sketching under the name Hoe Cakes along with my friend Robyn for going on two years now. We mainly produce flyers for our ‘club’ night, but more recently we’ve started taking on outside commissions; artwork for singles, designs for other promoters, fanzine work and company brochures, things like that.
In terms of influence I have a real hard on for illustrators like George Melly and Aubrey Beardsley, it’s just work that flows with forethought and character. I don’t go in for ‘grown up’ art too much to be honest. My dad’s worked in publishing for 25 years and I find that for the most part people in his industry (gallery owners, agents, artists) believe in the sanctity of the work that they produce and/or sell, whereas I know that what we do is completely throwaway - regardless of how good they look, half the flyers we hand out will end up thrown on the floor – and I truly revel in that. If anything it gives me a bit more freedom to do what I like with a design, and as long as Robyn’s happy then I am too.
You can see some of Hoe Cakes’ work online at this address;
And contact us with comments or questions here:
AN EXTRACT FROM
NEW! AND FOR MEN!
NEW to the market and available exclusively through our mail order dept. –EMPERIPHALL- an outstanding method of improving Gentlemen’s virility and increasing the size of even the most minute of male members. We guarantee our clients absolute SAFETY when using EMPERIPHALL a course of treatment which involves no pills or apparatus yet GUARANTEES RESULTS.
(The Self-Obsessed Biography of TIM WOODALL)
Tim Woodall is a writer.
No, I can't start like that. Not in the third person, anyway.
Let's start again...
I'm a writer.
Well, I say that (actually, I write that) but what I really mean is this:
I sometimes write words down. Often, I edit them (this usually takes as long as actually thinking about which words to use in the first place). Then I present them - as stories, or articles, or self-involved essays about things like ‘being tall’ and The Smiths. Not really a writer then. Not when it’s put like that, without the Rain and the Romance and the ‘Oh, well, I can’t write so much as a single word before midnight, and I have to smoke exactly twenty three cigarettes, and if I get stuck for ideas I just hang upside down listening to Abbey Road on repeat until I figure something out…’ Still, I’ve strung a few words together for we are young and we are trying. It’s not Amis, or McEwan, or Rushdie, or Zadie Smith, but it’s probably a lot better than my attempts at making art. So, swings and roundabouts really… I mean, I’m still relatively young. And I ain’t half trying.
AN EXTRACT FROM
Time was he’d have torn himself apart, pondering desperately the identity of the ill-fated human being he would soon be writing about until he had battered, bruised and beaten himself into submission. Then he would call them back and start work. Just like his desire for the company of others, that nagging feeling seldom knocks anymore.
He is thirty-eight, and he worries about his health. Every headache is a belated hangover, each chest pain a testament to the atrocities of having once been an over zealous smoker. He does not miss cigarettes. They are a youthful, not quite so innocent habit, just one of the many perks of being young. Even with a fag clamped between his teeth he had known that one day he would quit. Now he finds solace in writing angst-ridden, should-know-better poetry; tea leaves have replaced tobacco in his life and he relishes each variation on the form in the same way he had once relished each blissful inhalation.